Marilyn Manson

"pray your life was just a dream
the cut that never heals" M.M.
I get up from the cut, i shave, i bleed a little feeling death overcoming sleep.
i pray that today will be my last.
i pray for everyone to leave quietly my room, leave in peace as i rest trying to find my own.
i pray in pieces, kneeling in the red floor.
i pray and then collapse.
"when all of you wishes are granted,
many of your dreams will be destroyed" M.M.

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