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Living With Me

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Sing silence a song of a void in the night
Where the stars sink in oil
And vain they scream out
As the phantasms suck all their
Bright shine away
And the glow of the moon
Spins away to the deep of the
Aching abyss
That is this tortured
Soul.

Cut my wrists,
Slit my throat,
Spill my blood on the earth;
Burst my heart in the grip
Of the demons within;
Clawing and tearing and biting
In frenzy,
They flay away skin that is all I have left,
Just an acre of flesh in its wobbling sway,
Ugly tremors of ugly
And loathesome in vats
Where the fats steep in rancid and
Petulant growth,
Where the outside shows inside
And manifests hate.

Slash the meat from my bones
And the thoughts from my head,
For I cannot stand to be
Living with me.

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Written by Daisy
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