Everything I Contact

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Everything I touch just turns to decay
Met with Chaos and dismay all the way.
Everything I say just turns to noise
Killing the silences within the void.
Everything I see just turns to dust
Even the metals begin to rust.
Everything I hear just becomes a catastrophe
Met with my muscles weakening from atrophy.
Everything I taste just turns to shit
Vinegar and metal taste, I will not consume it.

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Sometimes it seems that nothing is ever right, and maybe is not real as well...

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