Cluster, F**k

Oh, cluster period don’t come around
Looking inside my brain to pick upon
Your sneaky dagger, strikes without a sound
Eye pierced through, all rationality gone
For a pain so great, no sound of retreat
Wait for the end, but no receding tide
But except for one’s will, battle complete
No wonder your nickname, my suicide
Sleep runs away, no avoiding this plague
Pace back and forth, my left eye closes shut
Do you continue, expecting me to beg?
For your amusement, comes the deepest cut
You bid a fond farewell, before first light
But you’ll return, same time tomorrow night

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