I was once a child, no taller than your weak knees, knocking on the door
what could not be seen beneath the scope, the peephole, or the Ring doorbell
as invisible as God to unbelievers, I was once a child
sick to death of life, of my failures and regrets, I became a tool
only from the start, broken for decades inside, the scars never heal
now what is the point in being alive, the joys offer me no perk
coffee falls asleep, espresso stirs a coma, cocaine irons shirts
emptiness, water floats feather light in deep space, a shattered mirror
asks for seven years, an endless cycle of bad luck, why was I born, Bear
chance, a lottery ticket for others to win, worthless inside, look
how they punished me, nobody knows without eyes, ears behind closed doors
if I were a child once, small, practically harmless, why do I wear rouge
lasting permanence, backhand slaps and bloody lips, beautiful hand tools
dripping in pig's blood, I set fire to all of Rome, act out, old Nero
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