you make me sick
you scar upon my trust
why would you pick
my brain apart, unjust
lying in the vast darkness
of the pit of dire madness
I cry out for all sanity
to release my torn soul
and believe I will survive
but I die anyway
until today, I never knew
how bad things would become
but now that I am numbed
the worst is facing me
I hate myself to an infinite degree
possibly enough to fight
myself to the finish
until I kill me dead
I want to leave my scars behind
my ashes are scattered
my eyes are blackened
swollen hands
dripping with the blood
from my mental anguish
and I can not see far from here
for the disturbed destruction
is pullingme inward
and I am caving in on myself
I wish I could dissappear
leave you all behind
I am a living dead person
just like the rest of humanity
but they don't realize it
we all fake every day
just to get by
and for what
and who really cares
I don't care anymore
nothing matters anymore
I am finished
about to explode
at any given moment
wilt into a nightmare
from this fire of madness
and into a black hole downward
I spiral out of control
and spontaneously
I combust
my anti-trust
my humanoid-vitals are gone
and I am vanished
disintegrated
into a million pieces
of dust
not a trace
of my bones
for I am dead - ish
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