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"See what I wear and the Death I Bleed."

Do you feel these nails
Nails driven-in deep
Into my agony
Created by my own devices

Slices that cut flesh into
ribbons of shredded dead
meat
Cold as ice, now I am but
I don't bleed-out
Am not anemic because
the flow has frozen within
me

Necrosis setting-in and
destroying all life that once
lived within
And the skin no longer
regenerates
Lost all senses and only
Hades seethes underneath
waiting to be released
through me

Seems like something's
breaking-through from the
other side
And cold dead lies shine
apparent from listless,
world-worn eyes

I try to conceal what I despise
the most but end-up wearing
on this mortal-coil my shitty
man-condition as to it I play
its fucking ass-kissing host