Paper Cuts

We stretch for eternity

On hind legs made of jelly

Our brains digested in the belly

Of a gold and rotting beast

 

A definition of riches

A plate of scalding bones

Sucked juices for fresh bitches

We sing in dulcet tones

 

This is the end and we don’t care

This is the end of truth and beauty

This is the end of love and language

 

Shut up- x factor is on

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