Destructive

The day spiralled downwards,

Forming an intricate spiderweb,

Of self-destructive thoughts and tendencies.

I watch myself die, bit by bit,

Soul rotted away,

Emotion drugged and deadened,

No pain can reach me anymore.

Just silence,

Silence eroding my mind,

Driving me insane,

Kill me please.

The End

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