Oh my thighs,
They burn with lies.
Little white lies
About deep red lines
Buzzing and burning
With the pleasure
Of pain
Oxygen helps me breathe
It brings me to my knees
Clawing at my throat
Gasp, Gasp!
Must open up
To let the oxygen in
Slash, slash, slash
Is that real blood?
Are those scars real?
No.
My thighs, my thighs
My thighs
Burn with lies
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