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He walks with the demeanor of a killer
The hatred of many, a mind that is stuck
In agony of his own existence
With a heart that is pure, but a mind that is fucked.
The feeling of life forgotten, morbid thoughts and dreams are spoken. No longer hoping for a better tomorrow. Far beyond help. Far beyond broken.
A corpse with a pulse, contradictory as it may be, is the only way to describe one such as he. A once promising soul, a father, a soldier, now rots his own mind as the demons take over.
“When? WHEN? When will it end?” He asks himself again and again. As the hatred for himself grows bigger he’s still afraid to pull the trigger
So alas, with the fear of death, he’ll live in pain till his last breath. “This paradox, how it astounds me. My life so dark and always cloudy, If I cannot destroy myself I’ll destroy the lives of those around me”

There never seems to be any hope that he could find.
Nothing that could save him from the magnitude of his own mind.
And so lives on the tortured soul continuing his misery.
Bringing fourth confusion and chaos to the ones he meets.
Disregard for any victims of his troubled ways
He’s found a way to cope with being haunted...till the end of days.
Written by Skump_1 (Skump Davis)
Author's Note
A relative slowly being eaten alive by his own narcissism
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