sorcha-hannigan

If I am going to die,
I am going to die victorious 
nestled deep in the rotten ribcage of the fever that keeps me afloat.

Observed from a distance,
philanthropist mercenary, 
In reality,
banal tragedy shared with countless generations. 

Words leave long ****** marks wherever they fall,
Drenched in war paint 
fit to **** the nonsense from your ***** heart,

Are you interested in a manufactured personality?

Nothing but the lies to live for,
I do not exist when I am not observed.