The voice we carry lies in our throat.
Our mouths our sealed shut.
The blood flows without a thought
Yet the skin is never broken.
The tears scream to free
Yet our apathy won't let us cry.
Fairy tales, wrapped in cellophane.
Oh it lasts forever, but it's hollow.
Like a meth user, rotting from inside out.
Breaking this sanity.
Revealing the rotting.
Endless cycles to cut off the flow.
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"...That's why I needed you... needed someone to punish me for my sins... but that's all over now... I know the truth."