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Insecurity can make you do a lot...

Lost, lonely, broken loner
With too little to hide and too much to show
Wakes up to this bleak and grey, decrepit toy town every day
The walls around are graveyard fencing
Only visitors come in mourning
But they bring no sunrise, only fleeting flowers and silence
My tombstone they pass by vainly
Casually scan its inscriptions
They'll go home with thoughts in shelter of my tomb, the trapped Egyptian
Only sanctuary is a gilded cemetery
Left ...

What doesn't kill you makes you...

Incisively I bleed buckets in close quarters
I am attacked sometmes with punctures, profusely shedding in open view
Other times I'm hit with trauma, injuries unbeknownst to you
Piercing pain securely hidden in the confines of the skin
Anxious tremors behind curtains, catastrophe within
Though I am stoic stone upon the surface, black and cold as coal
Inside I am a diamond smothered, buried in the hole
All this bleeding from within seems to spew and have no ...

Corrosive bleach people
Threaten to thin my skin
Burning flesh with their acid
Stirring waves upon the placid
Blunt force trauma from their sharp knife punctures
Causing more drama than is needed at this juncture
Leaving letters on my door saying things you said before
Leaving dents upon my door with your naked knuckles four
A warm, benign breath amongst icy, malignant winds
Dejected, I feel imprisoned in my burning building skin
Cause ...