Toxic - angel-of-darkness

A numbing poison of flowing through my heart, killing and severing every link to human emotions. I'm dying, but the mask of fantasy won't come off, it's burnt onto my face, a manic tattoo, a scar gone septic, the pain building and peaking until eventually it just ends, and suddenly I want it back. The raw and bitter shrieking of infection deep within my skin is comforting and human.

I want me back, you murdered me...

You're safer dead, the pain will die too...

Get away from me, bleed out of me...

You're not real anymore, pick up that knife...

 

 

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