count the o and i, would rather let it all burnthought by this law that showing emotion was weaknessforgot to ever, torn in 2 halvesin a trap i have built i have taught myselfheart taughtbuilt a trap for emotions - a mysterious planwhen the time came to tell the real feelings from the masks - we killed them alland there was nine winters in our eyesbeauty bathed in cold and denialengineered with so much precision you never thought of failsafeand now you will burn in your own trapthat took years to buildturn off this story ‘cause it feels like a collarit will rape you and cut you and leave you there slaughteredyou better turn off this story or you’ll feel abusedby the words, by the sounds of your wasted youthnot wasted by you but thrown away by thembecause nobody gave a flying fuck and now they’re deadand i don’t even want to know how i made it this farwas it the persistence of loss or was it whiskey in the jarwritten by jake gąsowski