Knock at my severed door
Scatter like ants in the rain
I drip sweat out of every pore
And I see your face fraught with pain
Give me a moon bath
And heal me with a sear
I feel the hands of evils wrath
Let me have a life that's plain and clear
My soul is a menagerie of fragility
Withering with the tide
I can't be known for my futility
Keep me in wide stride and cover me to keep me dry
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