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Dying
Folder:
death Entering this paradox of hindrance and disturb
Wildly searching for the beast who has my mortal soul
Claimed and captured suitable only to destroy
My eyes are black holes, empty and confusing
Tunnels leading into dark inhabitances, frightening and cold
Glares from the public feeding on my virulence
Abandoning my sanity for the freedom I deserve
Roaming into pits of disparity
Clawing through walls of hurt
Tears are now flashes of red followed by burning
Insects are waiting for me to fall so that they may feast
Running until bone protrudes from rotten flesh
My faith is a coat covered in sacrifices and wishes
Please warm my skin with your heart so that I may live…
