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Inanimate
This blood which flows through my body is not clean
Captured in these veins not to be seen
It’s time to open my closet and set this skeleton free
Then, perhaps I could be me
This reflection of the beast
That I peer into every morning as it feasts
On my fear
These voices I refuse to hear
Telling me that this disquietude is getting old
And my soul is not yet sold
And there is a way out
But I’m just too choked up with doubt
But these battles have got me tied down
My head is too far beneath the ground
Drowning in the dirt, choking on the worms
Dizzy from these storms that pound in my head
I long to be dead
I’m sick of crawling around in this dread
My soul is tired
Something I once admired
I’m nothing I could never be
I’m nothing, I’ve lost sight of me
