Worlds
(Gabriel Berezin)
Take away your lofty impressions
Hold your own hollow opinions
And have a look
At your mangled body
All that's left are manly possessions
You have your little pets
All tied up in your attic
They serve at your command
Available when you panic
Sex and pills will never relieve you
Hold him close, he'll never stay
And you must be out of your mind
To believe you deserve any kindness
I wish...I could see you the same
I wish...I could save you again
I wish...could not see you breathe
Just the same you are dead
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