so strange that i can wield soundwaves
like a weapon, unlocking doors or killing robots
or cutting human hearts with the
jagged edges of broken promises
when i presided over the massacre i didn't expect
that things could keep fluctuating so fast between
the good and the bad but they keep on fluctuating
like a soundwave
i don't know how many times i can lie to myself
and say i travel alone because everyone i've known
all my friends and victims keep beating my ribcage to bits
pumping blood through my veins
i turned the broken promises into feathers
and made myself a pair of wings so i could fly
far away and stop
hurting people
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