if it be that this is penned towards my direction
i could wander sadly in a certain way
cast an echo into the voids before my dejection
truly within the outer limits of who i thought i might become
resides, survives, devides this thing of putrid design
crafted, born and spit
for me, somthing of this quality
something showing of even less in quantity
can bare to read of purity loosing its light
conviction pushes_my resolve it twitches
freedom from out this broken form
wretched lies you spit on me
for if you are what you say you are.
selfishly i am but dust,
foolishly feeding on the shadows
of the room within your locked doors

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