Catherine
convertible
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The sound of tearing might wake the neighbors up,
But how else am I supposed to get you off me?
You've been writing all these clichés,
And isn't it too cute how apathy makes everyone smile?
Somebody please help this man: he looks nearly dead,
Hacksaw in hand and a new convertible head.
I
had
to
feel
something
or
die
trying.
This one last inevitably scripted of clichés.
Edged with irony has left me with just one stale truth:
The
beast
cannot
survive
without
a
host.
So without a thought, starve that sycophant.
I'll never believe you when you say everything's OK.
Just stop hiding behind your apathy
And start tearing your skin
Do whatever it takes
To let light shine on what's within
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