I tear at my flesh,
The dirty skin.
My soul is unclean,
Fragments of blackened, crippled dust.
My mouth filled,
with putrid poison.
And i breathe,
It comes unwanted.
I am whole and yet not,
I feel the void.
I tear at my flesh, The dirty skin. My soul is unclean, Fragments of blackened, crippled dust. My mouth filled, with putrid poison. And i breathe, It comes unwanted. I am whole and yet not, I feel the void. |
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