Poetry (words)

What remains of me?

What price satisfaction how much will it take? Seems like self destruction all the mess we make.

How’s my crucifixion do these nails go deep enough? Mixing fact with fiction. Keep it real, keep it rough. 

Lines drawn just deception? All these visions that you crave. Am I the master of this conception or just a willing slave

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