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Phantasmagoria

I’ve exposed and disclosed the deepest parts of me. Still I stand here filled with more pain that my soul tries to hide. Eyes dark from the wounds inside and the person I once was no longer knows me. She has disappeared within the hallways, she has become part of the wall of screaming flesh that rips away from me. Lonely thoughts taking it’s finally peak. There’s when I realize everything’s set up, everything’s a lie. I’m paying you to pay to take away my life, to punish me for the crimes my head creates, for every word that makes my mind race and my face fake, a smile that has been lost for some time now. For not being there when I was needed the most for losing every time I try to be me. For the faceless face I see starting back at me. Don’t whip my back stone me to death. Don’t make me walk the plank burn me at the stake and as you see my soul rise from the fire you’ll finally know this whole time my head, my thoughts, my demons were the liars.

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