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Crippled soul awakens from his coma.
As I stagger to my feet,
I am overwhelmed with dizziness
and I pour my head into my hands.
The pain still eats away at me
and I realize I have become my own parasite.
My own enemy.
The bringer of my own ruination.
The seeds I swallowed
sprouted in my belly
and committed treason.
I signed my death
with thirteen coils
and called it a halo,
threatening to take
that fatal step.
If I don't end this
it will consume me.
One way
or another.
I bleed of
my own incisions,
meticulously inflicted
with surgical precision.
Self-contempt has arose
from my infections and
what part of me I trusted
is in no condition
to save himself
I've been waiting
for someone to save me
cause I don't have what it takes
to save myself
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If it can be destroyed, it SHOULD be.
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Without My Victoria
