I shake things up with clouds of black and hail.
Shots are fired but no one is hit.
Just scared shitless.
You no longer speak, are you through with me?
I make mistakes and at times become blinded with emotions.
I'm only human and you know this.
Drank the color of honey.
Eyes the color of death.
I'm sorry that I can't focus.
Oh well, the hell with it.
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