Stuff I need to use in lyrics

I'll never see the better side of you.
I can't see what doesn't exist.



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Nurse the ravaged scraps of my soul
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and yet
his words ring hollow
all I see
all I can think about
is art itself
lying on the cold, gross floor
guts out
blood splattered all over
brains smashed across the tiles
and every once and a while
he kicks the corpse again
just for his own sick pleasure