anxiety's child, son of despair open your wrists and bleed unlock the floodgates let anger purge let mercy breathe for every day of my life I can name a crime I've committed but I have not killed what has offered itself to die I'm still here I'm still here I'm still here waiting until the time is right I'm still here waiting until the time is now oh won't you help me make sure I don't return one lifetime in hell is enough ashen from the flames I gaze upon the scars from past bouts read like Braille a document of maculations in my livid arms I could never count the times I've fallen to find myself reborn ashen from the flames I remain a wasteland polluted, tainted of my will I am blind and unrepentant fed to burn at a fever pitch a vast stretch of blackened soul picture it obsidian I've yet to feel the anger subside I stood at the precipice stared into the abyss with no fear of the void staring into my mirror image mind churning like machinery fed into the furnace I am reborn fed into the furnace fed into the furnace I am reborn I stood at the precipice stared into the abyss with no fear of the void staring into my mirror image.
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