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How many lifetimes have I passed through,

Only to fall back on my face?

What have I become now,

But a shell thats melting in the rain?

Impurity.

My hands are dirty and raw

Burning as the blood pumps through

My touch would be like murder

Hair unkept, face unclean

Plastered with its whore paint

Insecurity.

Invisible bandages cover my vision from the truth

It exists somewhere out there

I'm hiding here in the corner

Repetition.

Chew and swollow, thats all it takes

Just slow steps in my own reality

Paranoia.

No one can stay invisible for long

Will my thoughts eat me first?

Same scars, different battles

The haunting voices linger in the air

Those faces.

Banding into one, circulating through my mind

Creating a mental rape attempt

My breath becomes heavier

Only anxiety.

...nothing more

Im not one to get off on my own insanity