Hatred corrupts me, I die distraught.
Its not my fault that I feel the urge to decay and rot.
In a knot, dying is the most fucking living thought.
If I wake up tomorrow, put me back to sleep.
Soaking inside of my mind, I crumble and I weep.
I pray beneath death's fucking feet.
I feel discomfort inside of me.
I vindicate in my own head.
I die inside while sickness spreads.
I lie awake for an empty spirit.
While I slowly putrefy.
Swarmed in with swine.
Agony sets in, and it becomes mine.
Broken. Rotten. Heartless. Empty. Vacant.
A beautiful lie.
A rotten soul.
I want to feel but I'm living in a hole.
I want to get out of discomfort and it seems so ideal.
But nothing in my head will ever seem real.
Sink into me.
released July 20, 2017
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