switchblade smiles.

we're Borderlines - this is our battlefield.

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people need to hear our songs,
carved into our skins with razors, knives, needles, glass. 
feel the gentle hills, the brash fences, 
the rolling rivers running into our sea of tears.

society needs to see our pain, 
sculpted into raddled skulls, 
written in weary smiles, 
sung from chapped lips in brittle voices. 

we're the cutters, the burners, the bleeders, storm breeders and troop leaders. 

our stories are an ocean washing over us, swallowing us whole. 
we're drowning, deluging, dissolving. 

from dusk till dawn we fight, we flight, we freeze, we fawn. 
we are born. 
we bleed. 
we die.