I feel
Dead
To society.
The
Rhythm of
The
World surrounds
Me,
But I’m always
A
Beat behind.
In
A room of
Technicolor dreams,
I’m in
Black and white.
To a
Masochist
I scream,
Awaiting my
Return
From
Nihilism.

 
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