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I’ve become dead inside
All emotions I strive to hide
As I mentally corrode
I stain the world of which I strode
Rotting into nothing, decaying to immolation
I obtain a status abhorred by all nations
Hatred reciprocal, I abhor them too
Though, all that is ever achieved is pain through and through
Loathing, anguish, misery
That is all is left of me
Written 4-5 years ago at my edgiest, I apologize for publishing, but it is important to me.
Jeff Holland Jan 2015
We face death as we know,
Written in facets of stone under our feet,
we have built or own demise
, the weight of ourselves holding
us to that blue undertow,
as we sink into our black euthanasia.

— The End —