Formless, Endless


I am a parasite

Love, masked in depression

Darkness conjured from the light

The familiarity is lost on me

Suicide is too disgraceful

I feel numb, the pain no longer subsides

In a visionary sense, I have lost my ways

I observe the world around me

They laugh at my somber task

An alien of society, I am

A temple of a human body, yet, formless

An endless purge serves me right for my transgression

I am a lustful contradiction

Kill me now, but let me live






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