I exist
To you I am
Just a distant tragedy
Far far away
But the truth is
I'm right around the corner
Dreading and fearing
My body yearns to rot
My mind wishes for silence
My soul longs to be free
To you, I ruin the
Perfect illusion
Disrupt your normality
But the fact is
I am the loathful reality
The reality
That screams murder to silence
That cries blood to a void
That has been cut open by a knife and
Shattered by a hammer
I exist and it's the time you
know it
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