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Satan has my soul I signed a contract with my own blood

What do I have to do to comprehend the photograph you see of me?

               I pour out my insides

  Not even that gets one second of your dying attention

Once a daily dreamer now a rustic dusty past broken invention

Limited by the designers flaws constructed for perfect admiration

 Blueprints lost buried for fear of structural completion

     Holding onto the rim of this black hole of a life

Trying so very hard to not be sacrificed survive depletion