Look at the work the needle has done
And now I hear the echoes of the communal shun
Violate my will and my fate
What's my life worth in gold's weight
Open up and discover the corner's of my mind
What's beyond my eyes that shine
Perhaps my gaping whole is vacant
The signs were all there laying blatant
Unwrap my wounds that have become scathed
Eradicate my self worth as I bathed
Denote who I have become
As I watch Gretel leave behind a crumb
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