Twist fire, how bright burn empty stars.
I suffocate in this fluorescent machine.
This amalgamation of violent peace.
Ravaged and secure I sit sidelined.
Placid and dormant,
A sycophantic observer of my homicide.
Lethargically dreaming, this void overflows;
Corrupting and wicked.
Burrow deeper; morbid curiosity creeps.
Rotting carcass licking life, expulsion from flesh.
Apathetic watcher of my own evisceration.
I huddle, clinging to this
Grand mastication of the soul.
This all consuming horde.
These devils with white wings, saviors of damnation.
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