Burning of skin. Fire within.
Every one’s rotting around me.
Taste of decay. Unsettling day.
Inside silence surprises you.
Pleasantly plagued. Mission is vain.
My lack compassion astounds them.
Flesh cut away. Taken bits already decayed.
What’s there to say?
Forget them. Forget you.
Let my world astound you.
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