raw in circles they go
breaking the silence
breaking the flow
of sanity and the sane and the perfection
and the fingernails they are dirty
beneath them is mud and sand
and they separate the nail from the flesh
and tear the insides apart
much like an arrow through the soul
would separate the marrow
lets just fake the smiles
and pretend our nails are no longer dirty
and scrape our beautiful chalkboard
until the demons cry their last.
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