Fleshed Out Pain Killer

Stuck in a tree Transient day Everlasting night Stray at bay Hiding in fright Nest made just for me Go away only crowds stay Far from ever constant right Blank faces have nothing to say Fresh shed we're forever Red constantly bright Will we stay together Where's my needed warmth No use Missing bed opposite I think I want to be abused Electronic sponge Will you find me my love Should I take this bullet Tattered tounge Where have they gone Unfamilar voice Ears missing tounge sticking I'm at their plead Left to be pricked Never ending cycle Where have they gone My warmth has gone missing Can't even be known as dead

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