Psychotic evil forces reckon
Slashes and bruises has yet
Consciousness to beckon
I chose this loop
Of suicide and mutilation
Housed in a deranged reality
Ostracized in this dungeon
No room to evolve
Scratches so vain
Subconscious mind slain
Sixteen by count so inordained
No longer to feel what’s left inside
Tempestuous voices still left to oblige
If left not an ear to hear
Their demonic voices so clear
Surely this will be my demise
To relive my life
Unscathed clone so insincere
To continue in this staged premier.
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