Engulfed in a vortex
of a cursed reality,
propelled at the speed of thought,
Coated in venom,
As theyare stabbing me.
Diseased words force thier way in,
Mind raped telepathically,
Back handed, by intentions of those,
Who want life to be lived tragically,
No choice but to go it alone,
Stolling in a coridor darkened,
By negitive living,
As hands protrudes from decaying walls,
Electricfied malice shock me,
As they try grabbing me
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