Death And Depersonalization

Assumptions fall, three steps inwards
The breath hasn’t even reached my lungs
The soul is where I was meant to be
But nobody has open eyes

The more I have,
The more I hate

What I’m believing is perfection
You die to destroy
Where is the logic in that?

Clawing at your eyes, to cut the mirror away
Yet you’ll never heed these sentences slipping from between my lips

My tearstained eyes, 
Yet you’ll mark your end
I don’t care if this is for me,
Death and depersonalization comfort me at night
Partition and parasites sing to me

So do not question why I am like this,
Do not come to me until you accept
Until you realise; you don’t exist like this.

The End

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