You came to me with scars.
Battle wounds and screams.
I came to you in silence.
With nothing but my dreams.
Open wrists and bloody thighs,
Scrape of deeply cut,
Stuck inside this purgery,
Inside this mournful rut.
Screams and echoes daily,
A child's whimper/laugh,
A dead soul buried underground.
Welcome to the mafia.
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