Between my toes you'll see
The problems you've caused me
Wearing black clothes under the sun
Family and friends resist to come
A pain as light as a bee sting
Will leave a mark that once was a ring
A daze as thick as wedding soup
The record is scratched and now a loop
The hope and though of metal to head
Back and forth impending dread
A fraction of time has yet been lived
But not well known from blemish of skin
A weave sewn tight simply to fit in
Too tired and burnt to forge up a grin
The light may be at the end of the tunnel
But the darkness is hardly anything subtle
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