My consciousness, like lengthy scroll,
Drapes nicely over all of my mistakes.
It's ominous - I felt so small,
And now I use my claws to tear my face.
I hide inside, it's getting late.
I stare at the void, l let it think.
Let it decide and draw my fate
Which I cannot avoid - we go in sync.
I fall apart. My other lives
Are seeping through the cracks, I can't contain.
It breaks my heart - the chronic lies
And all the empty gaps I can't explain...
Proclivity to go insane.
I feel so poisoned now... Am I to die?
Naivety, a taste for pain.
I won't be asking "how", nor "when", nor "why".
Behind claw marks, I'm tired and scared.
And as I wash my hands, I start to cry.
The blood and scars; the love once shared -
I feel so poisoned as I were to die.
My consciousness, like lengthy scroll
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