Your anger is satin wrapped in linens of vengeance, you've lost no innocence since you never had it to begin with, make no mistake to underestimate your greatest trait, always able to change to another face, your life comprises of a diamond filled sky of hate with little drops of pain raining down into puddles of the question why and reflections in the sunlight shine beams of your fate, I know your mind is riddled with wishes and aches of my death but as ive said you cannot kill what you did not create, your time is wrapped up in nothing but razor blades of serated suffering, cutting and shaving off the days until eventually it will be too late, sanguine soaked anguish, and unspoken languish fall upon the earth and relinquish all who are lonesome, fear filled syringes pick and prod puncture wounds of .anxiety, subsiding into your pores of distraught melancholy, pokes at the thought of you being anything less than emotionally broken, in devotion to only self, the Master and the slave of your own personal hell, see the ashes fall before your feet, cast you down as you fall to your knees, you let out a loud gasp as you collapse in defeat, broken, bruised , beaten, and withdrawn in retreat but there's no exit or entry, for those sentenced to this punishment have not went willingly, bent out of shape by society's pliers, he who cares not to come up any higher, but instead rather drag you down in the hole he's in, as your reasons and needs change like the seasons, the air that you breathe slowly puts you to sleep, cyanide rain falls on your head, incantations spoken backwards with intentions of raisin the dead, but you've not a hand, foot, or leg to stand on, no, instead you'll spend what little time you've got left searching, hurting, cursing your own ambiguous head, damned am I you said, I am
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