Like bottle-glass scraping 'cross the pavement
A small life ended, eyes glazed, mouth half-open
Crimson halo, the truth exiting the mouth at its own pace
Saliva and blood on cold and wet cement
Just because some cunt couldn't care less
And everytime I pass, my daemon wants to stare, but my hand thinks otherwise and shields my eyes, a little body broken, empty
Thrown away like a used condom
You look like a saint, cold, removed and oh-so beautiful
I pray you found oblivion, I don't know what I pray to but nonetheless I pray
And I can't help but wince
But maybe it's for the best
(For all the little lives that are much bigger than any one of us thinks)
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