My thoughts are in ruins with death and confusion. Surrounded by vultures, my brains are the prey. In my time amongst thieves, I relinquished my right to have lived in fear. As I dig for existence truth bleeds in my eyes. Flesh awaiting decay. A cancerous cyst bled dry. Hordes of needles and plagues of minds. Pieces of guilt sitting on empty time. Questioning truth. Questioning honestly. It's written in dust, “END ME”. End me please. A dive down into the currents of time. Ripping my flesh and rotting my mind. End me. Kept out of loneliness. Forsaken with hatred (for myself). Stories long told, questioned of truth. Sinking, drowning.The silence guides me to freedom. Falling faster and faster, I sink to the end. End of what I am. I'm done feeling ashamed. I'm done feeling at all.With nothing to live for you watch your screens as I fall. Fall. My breath has become pale and cold.
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