Stagnant pauses ramble on
Unheard, under confident, unlovable
Peering through
The gore glass of massacre
I look at parts of someone's flesh,
A rotting ruse
Spread across like a terrible feast
It takes me a moment
To realize that someone is me
Good intentions turned stale soon
Hands that had once felt
The green grass underneath
Turned black with resentment
Here, I can see
A personalized hell hole
That echoes with apocalyptic actions
Mine and theirs
And I can't feel a thing
For my tears have already been shed
Feelings, slaughtered like animals
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A Part Of Me
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