Empty soul.
Iliterate insomnia doesn’t grasp fallability.
Forces you to see differently
as twisted communion.
Red eyes
rimmed cowardice.
Only your not yourself
and you think someone else’s thoughts.
Shreds of sanity
cannot part the fog.
You walk alone where hands can’t reach.
Your feet becoming numb
on progressive provocation.
Open and swallow me.
I see you from the inside.
Intolerable treachery
ugly like cancer and nothing lives.
No wonder you’re unrecognizable
in fragments that insisted you do it.
Bled frustration in the false reflection.
You know inside it’s dead
and that kills you.
Your flesh becomes blind.
A million tiny tragedies eat you alive.
When in time
you’ve become nothing inside.
nice piece. like the style.
pabs 
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