Play dead.



darling stop confusing me
with your wishful thinking
hopeful enbraces
don't you understand?
i have to go through this
i belong to here where
no-one cares and no-one loves
no light no air to live in
a place called hate
the city of fear



i play dead
it stops the hurting
i play dead
and the hurting stops



it's sometimes just like sleeping
curling up inside my private tortures
i nestle into pain
hug suffering
caress every ache



i play dead
it stops the hurting

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Published on August 18, 2012 03:10
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