The only option left is to procrastinate
I'm feeling much too heavy, to be able to stay
My hands sink into into my face, a molten horror
You scream but all I hear are the echoes of my fate
All this scratching won't beget truth or answers
I've been seeking meaning, but all I've found is cancer
It's so deeply rooted to the back of my mind
Jabbed, in between the coils of cynicism
A deep siren-like transmission
Intruding into every sanctuary, bleeding through my being
I've come to loathe just feeling
All I want is a new beginning
I don't want to die
But I don't want to live
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