Disembowelled
Cut open
It takes guts
To walk around with an open gut
Falling head first onto broken glass
Eyeing off the next mirror
I don't even
Have to ask
Disembowelled
All my drawers no longer shut
All my clothes scattered on the floor
As if they are broken glass
Falling head first
Onto broken glass
I'm Disembowelled by the thought
That to be loved, I even have to ask.
Baby Sparky
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