Waylaid by the hand that leads.
Scale the heights of intimacy.
Forewarned, unarmed,
one intoxicating whiff and you're snared.
Dose up to delirium,
cross circles of death for the good,
deflect (all) contests.
One intoxicating whiff and you're snared.
Mock me - I'm convulsing.
I'm clutching at barbs.
Crass pity goes the deepest,
it magnifies the dross.
A grip enforced - barely healing.
I'm clutching at barbs.
Leave me to snatch and paw
then lick my wounds.
Struggle spent, I concede defeat.
Napalm Death
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