Crowded Abyss

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Wandering in crowded places,
my flesh is ripe with the taste of panic.
Constantly surrounded by unidentifiable faces,
my pulse abruptly starts to be frantic.

This air I breathe feels hallucinogenic;
a falsehood born from the twisted making of my life
fractured and divided into strife.
My breath promptly starts to be sporadic.

Haggard faces seem to rip me apart,
for I am, but an infraction upon this body that trails me.
Nothing has fetched the hope except accomplished art;
stop killing me with softness, do it with intention; I must agree

I'd rather succumb to the light of the sun
than to the fierce instincts stringing me.
Tear me apart, burn my heart and call its honesty
while I hide that blood trailing down this pasty skin!

My frail body is nothing but a pitiful corpse clamoring
gracious lies tarnishing my vision already blurred.
Let me cry out my ultimate vain thing
before falling deep down the abyss where I'll be rested.

Ecce nihil

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