Vacate is the word
vengeance has no place on me or her
Cannot find the comfort in this world
Artificial tear
Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers?
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere
A truant finds home
and a wish to hold on
But there's a trapdoor in the sun
Immortality...
As privileged as a whore
victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door
Holier than Thou, How?
surrendered, executed anyhow
Scrawl dissolved, cigarbox on the floor
A truant finds home
and a wish to hold onto
He saw the trapdoor in the sun
Immortality...
I cannot stop the thought
I'm running in the dark
Coming up a which way sign
All good truants must decide
Stripped and sold, mom
Auctioned forearm
and whiskers in the sink
Truants move on
cannot stay long
Some die just to live
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