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Turning over in interrupted slumber,
You ponder others, growing ever wakeful,
You've locked the vermin in the other bedroom,
To be so perfect causes you to feel so thankful,
Now find the fault cause your boyfriend can't read,
Reflecting on to you is all the bitterness you need,
So unhappy, yet so preoccupied,
Never found beaten down with your forked tongue tied.

Your eulogy is like poetry,
But your mouth is like a magazine.

Queen dependency is cowering, please don't be confused,
You're vacant and submissive, receptive to abuse,
Virtue isn't tangible, and sense of self is dated,
Names constant on your cracked lips are now eviscerated,
Your spine is made of metal,
And your veins electric tape,
And all along an impulse lights at random in your face,
Cough up an offering and forget which words are lies,
Then your skull echoes a singeing pop,
Your brain is cauterized.

Within the walls I hear all of its legs,
There must be so many to carry it over our heads,
Seething and unsettled and oh such a let down,
The rusty spokes inside my head
are making such a grating sound.

You're legacy is like poetry,
But you're mouth is like a magazine

(I believe "you've locked" is actually "you thought")