A rusty pen nib and an empty ink bottle…
A pair of shivering hands and a broken needle….
Cigarette smoke filling a room so hollow,
A broken window pane and a blood stained pillow.
The shadows of the day giving way to night,
a few chopped fingers and a hazy sight...
Another snort please before I could finally die,
"you may cut my wings but a cripple can fly…."
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Last line in quotes....dint understand.
the lines before the quote are just describing the room and what it contains but the last line is spoken by the the person to whom the room belongs.
This is the one that makes me think... the most. Others are awesome too.. as you already know anyways.
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