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Have you ever tasted betrayal?
Eyes burning, as if someone turned the oven to hell, from reading what bad hands left like the tank is on E
Alphabet massages having text dug into my back as I relax and drift off into dense sands of love
Ears no longer trapping my brain, mind wandering and the blisters on my hands prevent me from hanging on
I suppress my emotion pile onto these notions with mounds of dirty laundry and no intent to wash them
Have you ever tasted betrayal?
Looking into the depth of someone's soul knowing it's as hollow as the false truths they been spewing about you
Listening to the sound waves of faint vibrations as your common plane prepares for mayday
Smelling the fear of failure in the sense (scents) of dishonesty being conjured into a story that you pretend to believe
I've tasted betrayal all too often that it has become my meal (mill) of choice as if I somehow hit the lottery
Can't lie and say it doesn't hurt but at least I don't have this bottled anymore
