Fly (edited)
You choose to lose I lose To choose Hate bubbling Inside my brain A tumour, I need to remove No longer need the bug Eating away at my blood Pluck the filthy thread Leave the empty head Savour the dying Soul Stained, Tainted, Unclean. God refuses to touch it Why do I still hope? Surrounded by lonely souls None satisfied All happy I still crave for more Open the sky for my return Let all the stars glow Narcissistic and why not? This world deserves me No more.
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