I was knitting without needles
Under one of my spells
Thinking bout what ain’t going my way
A terrible blackness eclipsed my mind
As the hollow echoed inside
I knew what was coming
But I paid it no mind
Masking my wounds with a smile
Out the core of my truth
Burst a passive dispute
Between the coward and the brute full of pride
As the coward lay quivered in a self dug hole
And the brute stood watch by my side
The pallbearers came
And carried me away
And my truth smothered my light
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