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Sightless I see the sad parody That which I have become A betrayal to my own truth A w***e to my very existence Sold out, slapped around Viciou..

Stripped of flesh, you gorge yourself On dissonance and yesterday’s news Sliced and diced, circumvented You blister with disease Eyes wire..

Song of my soul You shiver in a moment of time Cold Lost in the torments of the mundane I search for you But all is silence A vast stretch ..

Child, beware the twilight dwellers Those whose hearts rise with the moon Their smiling faces, teeth bared Unknowing of care Dried bones scarred b..

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