Everything burns in place
this empty space
the waste
the disgrace
about face and watch your back
the crack, the mind, the hole in time
all unstoppable, all remind me of you
youre a failure, a disappointment, a fraud
you turn to the sky, answers from your false god
silence!
no sound
the mounds of madness
the piles of pain
the endless emotion
all built upon shame, in the river of rain
tears from your face flood the world, and over again
goodbye my friend
lost in fluid death
icy breath
cold to the tough
yet colder to release
deceased
i am pronounced
thank you, fair wench
from this point on, nothing shall survive
nothing!
as we all are...
living in a world of pure plastic, on the edge of melting from the drastic and unimaginable heat of drama,
<3
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