The Loners

I am forced to worship a King Kill,

Dead inside, Posthuman, still lost in this Coma White

We wander this wasteland, Mechanical Animals,

Continuing this miserable existence 'til The Last Day On Earth.

They label loners like me, call us The Nobodies,

Just because we don't kneel at their Red Carpet Grave

Just because there's no Evidence that we are still alive.

Frightened yet? Scaredy Cat. I can feel your fear

As I "live" on. I am a Misery Machine, an Unkillable Monster,

Witnessing every pulsing Minute Of Decay.

All the titles in italics are the names of songs by Marilyn Manson.

The End

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