A Portrait of a Lost Soul

Your just a sketch

 

A portrait of a lost soul

 

There is no relief 

 

Suicide enters the mind 

 

A breakdown of the programming 

 

The clone is freaking out 

 

Replacement is needed

 

Another copy is created 

 

The clone cannot live with what it is 

 

Born out of exploitation 

 

An inferior copy emerges out of the vat 

 

The slime clings to the nakedness of the form

 

Emerge out of the darkness into a world of hate

 

Scream for what you are 

 

Scream at the horror of your existence

 

 

 

 

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