where you came you always back.
this world is sick, this world is fake.
there is no meaning and nothing else.
if you won't die, you kill the rest.

trapped in this realm like a rat in his hole.
wish to transform but my soul has fall.
wound and scarred wait for sun to begone.
then flesh and blood walking together alone.

need to feed my miserable shape.
hiding, wearing the night like a cape.
outstretch my arms to take some stones.
scrape the skin to remove the bones.

the blood is grim i drink it slowly.
toxin of life, of your not-so-long journey.
inanimate remnants lying noisome on ground.
i can hear my mouth's monotonous cracking sound.

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: enjoy