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Cigarette ash

Loitered along a desolate path

Still open to public view

Hidden behind a masquerade

Of pseudo social cues

My soul ceases to forgive

Yet I find solstace in fear

Integrate the salt

Into the freshly opened wound

I'm sick of all the medication

I'd rather suffacate

These pointless accusations

Terminating logic with pretty words

Blood spattered message on the wall

I know the demons you blame

Veil from the masses

The monster within you

I know the demons by their true names

You don't deserve the company

You only deserve their pain