My mind has become a tomb where my hope has laid rest,
Full of ghosts and ghouls and everything else I have yet to address,
I walk around freely but I swear I’m hardly ever here,
I close my eyes and say goodbye as I disappear.
I cut through my ribs and pulled back the bone,
Searching for parasites I thought had grown,
But I looked and all I saw was me,
I turned and howled and started to flee.
I spit blood from my mouth my skin is rotting off the bone,
An empire on fire while I sit and protect my withered throne,
Trapped in a corner with my face,
It’s torn in two,
I’ve tried to stitch it back on, but my stitches just won’t do.
I cut through my ribs and pulled back the bone,
Searching for parasites I thought had grown,
But I looked and all I saw was me,
I turned and howled and started to flee.
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