HU-MID - Round 1

You take in
All forms
Peeling off
My rust
Corrosion
Take it
Scratching off my skin
Fuck it
I have lost the fight
I'm leaking red
And I have grown afflicted
Your instrument
Paces my flesh never to
Crack
To crack
Laceration
Raised
Praised
For the punishment
I bite my selfish tongue with a spirit
That speaks the word
Tiger clutches every day
Speaking water folding fire
I got in the last word
I spoke the soulless sky
We
All
Die
Then they will forget
Measured short
Didn't
Qualify
Taken away
Bear
My
Artifact
Why
Should I
Claim a prize
Prize
You are not
Break
Fall in
Give it
Jagged edge
At the throat
Sugarcoat

Written by:
Nathan Randolph

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