Shielded From Reality

My own version of reality has shielded me for two long, like a drying scab protecting the mangled innards of an infected wound,

Outside the sheild the world is crashing down with apocalyptic lightning bolts, scab ripped off, the world is bleeding, ruined,

Reality infects the cut, blackening at the edges, seeps through a disgustingly stained tourniquet,

Shielded all my life from reality, SeLf DeStRuCt, nothing's gonna be okay..*...

The End

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