I exist


To you I am

Just a distant tragedy

Far far away


But the truth is

I'm right around the corner

Dreading and fearing


My body yearns to rot

My mind wishes for silence

My soul longs to be free


To you, I ruin the

Perfect illusion

Disrupt your normality


But the fact is

I am the loathful reality

The reality


That screams murder to silence

That cries blood to a void

That has been cut open by a knife and

Shattered by a hammer


I exist and it's the time you

know it


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