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Skin carved out

The flesh of sin revealed

Isolated diametrics

In a poisoned field

Burn the wicker candle

Under the mass of moonlight

Circles of vultures overhead

Bring about the final plight

Your callous words defile my thoughts

Dilute my eyes

How long have you known

The bitterness inside?

When fragments of memories

Coincide with pictures on the wall

Places with faces of ghosts erase

The meaning of it all

I am left with nothing

Within my dreams

Are tales of killings

Narcisistic hints

But you're the one that's dying

You may think you're suffocating

But I'm choking you slowly

Until the moment your eyes roll back

You will never truely know me