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Strip me of my feathers
throw the halo back I never deserved the position I'm alone in this world alone in any world the tide is closing in without my wings I can no longer fly not that I could before cheating myself cheating those around me I'm nothing but a maggot lost the flesh of the dead spend time with the dead for they know the company I keep laugh at a funeral it does the body good made a lake of blood in my kitchen sink down it goes evidence of nothing in my nobody world throw the soul in the fire I've nothing left to burn my heart is scarred but nothing like my wrists betrayed by myself a hatred so thick there's no one to blame but myself and with each cut that guilt that hatred that pain increases I want to kill me but I don't want suicide throw my retched soul to hades it deserves to be there save me from myself. --- 8-10-03 *Fiction*
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