a song

now these fluorescent lights are coping
with scars they left upon your skin
you can't keep down the stares of all those wondering
if you are of sin—a sin, their sin

there's no word of one who can stop you
there's no one that can slap you with their pen
reach out deep and keep the keeping from your blood
let it drench your hand again—again again

i can reach out to try and catch her
but o, my hands are just too cold,
your fingers curl while mine are shaking
what can i hold? nothing to hold

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