PAIN SEEPING OUT THROUGH YOUR PORES
A STENCH THAT REAKS OF CONFUSION
NOTHING OR NO ONE
CAN MASK THIS ODOR
YOU TRY SO HARD TO COVER
COVERING IT WITH SHAME AND BEWIELDERMENT
WHICH TURNS INTO DECEIT
DECEIT OF ALL WHO ARE AROUND
PAINTING A TRANSPARENT PICTURE
WITH YOUR BLOOD AND TEARS
FOR ALL OTHERS TO SEE
PAINS YOU ONLY FEEL
VISIONS YOU ONLY SEE
AND SOUNDS YOU ONLY HEAR
IS THIS FUCKING INSANITY OR JUST FEAR
HOW MUCH LONGER CAN YOU ACT ALIVE
WHEN INSIDE
YOU'VE PRONOUNCED YOURSELF LONG DEAD
COULD THIS STENCH BE
THE INTENSE DECAY OF YOUR SOUL
CAUSED BY SELF-MULTALATING THOUGHTS
IN YOUR CONFUSED,
FUCKED UP AND
UNCONTROLLABLE MIND................


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