If I have to hurt
I pick fire not frost
I refuse the bitter bruised numb decay
I’d rather burn away
The dead parts inside of me
If you fucking make me hurt
It better fucking count
no deadened creeping soggy pain
I will burn
I will blaze
I will be cleared away
for fresh and fertile ground
Set me on fire
I pick light and screaming
I pick running and heaving
I will not waste anything I get
Including your fucking pain
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