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Hollowed is the tomb of hearts, of my chest.
A cemetery creeps its silent death infiltrating my bones.
My frame begs for a release for the ache to cease.
Why stop it?
The human body is designed to fail, designed to collapse on falsed promised life,death given truth.
So who am I?
Who am i to hoax a truth?
I am the hoax it's self if only for you.
Shattered is the tomb of hearts, of my chest.
A garden flourishes its bold life into my veins.
Its euphoric life penetrates my bones.
My frame solicits to consume the ache.
Why stop it?
The human body is designed to endure, designed to bare the weight of false promised life, truth given death.
So who am i?
Who am i to perceive the truth?
I am the perception its self if only for me.