silent angel of filthed lust
full of moss and rust
you see the pieces falling out
a pierce on my dry dying lips…
i can feel the pressure stepping on my anguishing body
crushed my never build pride
all the sides or this circle
what a funny joke
a phony filhted life i swallow everyday
and you just laugh at this very obvious truth
i keep pushing down my throat
a shivering under my chest
this pitiful evidence that surrounds me
this selfish never resting vanity
to rise above this dead entity ive become…
im begging you…kill me already!!!
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