CONTEMPT BY ELI LASITER
When you lay in that hospital bed I don ’ t feel a thing When you lay there dying I remember how you ’ d mock me When your voice and breath rattle
BEAUTY UNDERNEATH BY JASMINE MCCOY
I can still hear you screaming at me A CASTLE MADE OF SAND , WE BUILT AND SCULPTED When your , eyes MELTED glaze over AWAY mineSO EASILY BY THE I feel PUSH those AND disappointed PULL eyes OF THE stare DEEP at a young BLUE boy
When your hand moves up to mine I don ’ t grab it When you speak your last word I don ’ t reply And when you die I don ’ t feel sorry I don ’ t feel a thing
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