Your spine

This crowded room
This violent strain
I’m jaded to a scenario
Void of contempt
Void of disdain
A periphery so obscured
You don't know
You don't explain

A crooked spine
An aching loin
You turn your eyes upside down
So they feign a perfect gleam

Nevermind my wound
Nevermind my aching bruise
You're figured out
You're so found
When will you ever find

Those starving eyes
That awful stare
Darling straighten your spine
To weaken the strain
Sick and depraved
The intent was clear as cellophane

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