The Windows don't hide
Your empty interior
The blade cuts deep
But you are bloodless
Why are you coagulated
The blood is thick
In your veins
The vain attempts
Of gratitude
Do you know
Good
The filth of your debasing
Is your only
Victory
Taking nothing in stride
You will cry
You will never cease to
Exist in your
Not so well
Crafted world
Mar 8, 2020
Mar 8, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC
The Windows don't hide
Your empty interior
The blade cuts deep
But you are bloodless
Why are you coagulated
The blood is thick
In your veins
The vain attempts
Of gratitude
Do you know
Good
The filth of your debasing
Is your only
Victory
Taking nothing in stride
You will cry
You will never cease to
Exist in your
Not so well
Crafted world
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