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My name is insanity. See the way my teeth bleed, My eyes shine, My cackles echo through the corridors of night. Do you see my stretching smile? I know you do.
Our world is infected. We are dying slowly. Festering in their sins, our mothers and fathers sit and wait. and wait. Wait. Waiting for it to end, either in light, or darkness.
Pill bottles spread out across the floor Bagged and marked, four hours more Anxiety, Nausea, the list goes on Moments of personality quickly gone Infection spreads when treatment fails,
My reflection gives me a disappointed glance As I stare back at my appearance. I take a peek inside my head