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Dark Wanderings Note To An Idiot...
I died that day.
I don't exist except in your mind.
What is left is just a shell,
Skeletal remains left behind.
Who am I now? I am not me.
You only see what you want to see.
I am nothing but an aberration,
Merely a caricature of your creation,
A mass of hate-filled disposition,
A rotting pile of decomposition.
Hysterical cackles escape me,
Maniacal laughter at the absurdity.
How ironic is this situation?
I'm torn between humor and indignation.
Just to add insult to injury,
You stand there accusing me of lunacy.
Well, listen to me carefully...
I will try to speak very slowly.
There's something definitely wrong with my head.
You idiot.... can't you see I'm dead?
