Home of Bone

Both lighter and match,
The sidemouth muttered,
So if one fails me,
I’ve got the other.
My bag of bounty,
My guts, my riches,
My soul is sold,
And my heart needs stitches.

Better to bend then break,
When inside a house of bones.
But hope only holds so long,
When you’re living all alone.

The lighter had gone dry,
The matches hold the rain
I tried to play it smart,
Overplaying this fool’s game.

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