Arms pinned I wear this jacket,
Threat to self in every facet,
Wear it now with gaping smile,
Cross the mile with ember trial,
Insane of thought I act distraught,
Dwell on have not but not what I've got,
The fire will burn to scorch all I've wrought,
Fester within to consume all my sin,
I see the world with crystal clear vision,
Blind to self with death disease ridden,
Fading faster as the day grows old,
Future unknown as the story is told
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