decrepit
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Looking down, curling broken feet,
through the pungent odour of burnt cotton,
My clothes are burned,
flesh cavernous and scarred,
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
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
