Would you take a bullet for a stranger,
Stare death in the face and challenge him?
Could you laugh at your own fear?
or do you run screaming into the darkness,
the darkness that is your ownmind,
I cant see through lies and deception,
take a breath and swallow water,
water that tastes of salt, and with a light copper taste,
the tast of blood,
blood that you have shed from every heart youve broken,
Lies and deceit
cheating and the "game",
The game you play with peoples soul,
But is the soul real?
Am I real?
Or simply the product of someones fucked up imagination?
Find me on the shelf look me over,
decide am I worth you time,
Am I worth the currency of your heart,
the spare change of your soul,
Are you the customer of the store called life
going to take me the "product" home with you,
going to let me stay in your home?
Use me as I am meant to be used?
Or simply forget me, leave me there to ruin,
and toss me away after I begin to make your home smell,
That smell is your failure,
To much pressure?
I understand,
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