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• Artiste: Disappearing Pencil Trick (The)
• Titre: Pity Me
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Shameful it is To think that I would gain Anything more Than a few Bloody tears From dancing With someone Who believes Their life is Worth proving The only pleasure That I can leech From the vultures Who are too eager To wait for My timely death Is knowing that they Can only drain So much blood From my Overworked veins I am drowning In your kindness For letting A whelp like me Breathe your air But know that The only thing Your fists serve To teach me Is that pain Is the only thing I have Been allowed To love Beg your Misbegotten sense Of self-loathing That you will Learn to stop Pounding on The door set-up By recourse So that you Will never cultivate The seeds of hate You spewed within my Soft, budding frame I can only pull So much pleasure From the veins that Have already popped Under my grip I can only watch You twitch For so long Before the pity You never Had the soul To give me Sets in Shame you Never once lifted Your fists To see the beauty That lies within your Enemies' eyes But remember My former Look of dread When you realize That stones Can be thrown Both ways