A coma is closing around my barren shell, while I lie retching on the floor.
That’s just fine, I’ll always feel the same.
To live is to expect too much.
Crawling through broken glass, while I remember how to breathe.
Hope is something I’ll never feel, as I’m left in the ash.
Keep pushing your mouth, keep shoving it down, wipe anyone out, wipe everyone out, need more to obey, can’t stop the pain, fear of being denied, I fear we are denied.
Let the cycle come to its end. Scorched earth; we’re all fucking dead.
Let the cycle come to its end. Blank screen; we’re all fucking dead.
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