R H I N O S A U R

standing with
my enemies
hung on my horns
with haste
and reverie
killing with charm
only happy when you hurt
only deadly in a swarm
only healthy in the dirt
only empty in your arms
i play
im sick and tame
drawing the hoards
i wait
and show the lame
the meaning of harm
the skulls
beneath my feet
like feathers in sand
i graze among the graves
a feeling of peace
only bending when you break
only feeding when you're cold
only healing when you ache
only feeling when you dont
only bending when you break
only feeding when youre cold
only healing when you ache
only feeling when you dont


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