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I've been drowning in a pool of apathy

fed from my sickness within

a quaint restorative disease

my flesh a vermillion shade

my protective coating decayed

by your dismay

and treacherous disdain

the only protection left within

thats why I am so indifferent

this cancer in me grows

as my love once bloomed

and death has been no substitute

for a life of painful solitude

so drench this seed in pesticide

let it wither

let it die

then maybe i'll be pacified

open to intrusions from outside

a lust for bitter confusion

this lust for love I hide