- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Ode to the Tortured Souls
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He knows not what
He is doing
He can't believe he's
Here again
She wakes up
Screaming
Heavy, hard breathing
She's slipped again
Codependence
There is no rest for the wicked
Fighting for control
Insanity is going
Around in the mouse wheel
Trying to get
Away
He sees the light
He fills with fright
He just can't fucking
Quit
She's in the same boat
She has to take another toke
She wants it all to
End
She prays for
Death
Codependence
There is no rest for the wicked
Sick and tired of being
Sick and tired
Nothing seems to be
Anymore
No one seems to care
Anymore
He's all sweaty
She's gone pale
They have to get there
To cope with the
World
Now it's too late
They're
Just two more stones
In the ground
Codependence
There is no rest for the wicked
