I’m watching it all from the Gods
Going numb from the fights. I’m not
A smart man, I came to be saved
Let me be saved
These people are not my friends, dogs
Their teeth long, rip the flesh from bone
So brush my bruises with perfume
Cover my tracks
Splinters, buried deep in my flesh
Distract me from the blood soaked fur
A tick on a dumb animal
Fat on old blood
I can’t watch Harry dance again
They’ve left him cheap, lame and blinded
Those shuffled steps are mockery
Just let him die
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