Its all about the feelings related to corruption.
Alone. But I have
myself, my thoughts – me
Just five minutes deep
pure inside my anatomy
How I wish it ends,
is this insanity? Vain,
dirt that poisons my words
Spins my actions. Tame.
Obeying more than being,
Seeing more than making.
I can choose, but cannot
without her endless taking.
I can no longer hurt you
Limited but still you blame
me? No one can argue. Corrupt -
We’re never being the same.
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