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What makes me so obsessed with a poem written in blood?
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I often find myself lost, rotten with twisted thoughts and painful feelings that wouldn't dare to reveal, not even to my closest friend.
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Smile, for God's sake!
If only I could get rid of those who surround me with their sad bitter faces. Turn around and observe those who follow you with gaunt and undesired lives.
Pathetic disgusting people, condemned to live with their lies.
Or are they just masks?
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I don't look for happiness in those who surround me,
I just don't want to drown in you;
so don't get anywhere near my kingdom,
you are not welcome, and if you dare to walk in,
fear what may come.
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I need to get hold of your body,
take it over, make it mine,
silence your lips and let the pleas flow between screams until exhaustion.
I will only allow you a sole gesture among black vague
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I can only pray my Gods to thank them for my lucky insignificant and meaningless existence among all others insignificant and meaningless ones.
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that, perhaps, I'm enjoining it.
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