I am a compilation
Of dead factions
Mangled selves
Who did not choose the right turn to
Save themselves.
I am a compilation
Of eyes set ablaze
Upon realization
of their unacknowledged
future
We are not alive if we live off lies.
This is the truth
The reason everyone dies.
Greet me
Speak every syllable of my name
In honor of those still inside
Their corpses.
Remember me.
The could have beens,
Which should have been.
What might have been better if they were?
I am filled with death
And with every word,
My every turn,
I only manage to **** more
Sing to the ones inside
The ones left beind
With no chance of being revived,
For none of you ever did exist.
Only to me.