cold guiding hand, finger on the pulse. syringes thirst for recompense. hope, guilt, fear, shame. every breath, another stone on my chest. crush my bones, grind me up into dust so i can bury the next one. I've been sold by a ghost. life of debt, bury me. crushed beneath the weight of what i could be worth to a ghost.
released April 9, 2017
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