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Who Am I

Feelings, that shit isn't included with this toy
I've already been broken so the warranty is void
My heart is a fucking bastard  
My mind's a slave without a master  
  
The body that you see spent to fucking long in hell  
Just look at the scars that I carry for tats and you can tell  
The spirit that should be within, left eons ago  
I'm a vacant fucking house with no doors or windows  
   
"Who am I" that shit rings through out  every fucking dream  
Am I time fucking stopped or existence getting reamed  
The souls of the dead at times fill my head  
I can hear the screams and see bodies dripping bloody red  
   
The smell of their deaths fucking surrounds me  
Shit, pus, and blood seasoned with their forever rotting bodies  
"Who am I" reverberates again and again  
The knocking has stopped, I've already joined the criminally insane  
   
Just like Medusa, I shouldn't had been dealt a hand like this  
Just like her, there is so much in life that I'm sentenced to miss  
What was our crimes being born and denying the powers that be  
Sentenced to live in solitude, grasping at wisps of sanity  
   
Anything and anyone daring to approach is sentenced to a torturous death  
Everything slowly and painfully leeched until there is nothing left  
"Who am I" fucking ripping my universe at it's seams  
Hahaha, this is I Is Me waking up from another wet dream      
I_IS_ME
Written by I_IS_ME
Published | Edited 9th Oct 2019
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