closed angry mental obstacles arround.
sick,
yes.
hurt,
also.
poisoning the wells of life,
dystopian insecurity,
oh well, no fresh water around.
what can i do?
revolt?
regret?
restart this ancient game we all are,
in this virtual compromise our elders made,
thousands of backstories ago...
who i am?
the pain i see,
the pain inflicted,
the pain ive seen?
as i stand alone,
strong,
angry,
ina pile of shit,
my empire of dirt,
blooming lotus,
acid reflection,
i raise this cursed knife,
pray to the gods for more,
and hurt myself today.
hurt myself today...
hurt myself today...
drawing the lines of madness,
i feel alive,
strong with the universe.
im now in ur thoughts.
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