P.S. New York Is Burning

Jawbreaker

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I leave it burning and count the dead.
A jilted lover, a one time friend.
It reeks of incest.
It reeks of pain.
Erase my anguish.
Forget your name.
Can't see the future.
I just break free and run.
And knowing nothing I know that it's just begun.
This day feels different.
Feels like shedding skin.
My mind is clearer now I know what state I'm in.
And from a distance it seems so unreal.
Nothing left.
Nothing to feel.
And if it hurt you, it hurt me too.
I had to kill it to heal the wound.