I am...
I keep...
Searching in mirrors, exploring in portals
Begging the omnipotent, imploring immortals
Try to creep through the back door of heaven
No grace for a pleb, no pass for a peasant.
Am I...
Scum?
The senseless one
Huh?
Is the best to come?
*shrug*
Let's get drunk
*glug*
The stench of rum.
I keep...
Digging in tunnels, running in circles
I'm saying a lot...but none of it verbal
I speak to myself, and I choose not to listen
I drink from this doubt, and chew on contrition.
I am...
Contorted with fright
A sordid delight
This twisted fantasy
Born in the night
A tryst with blasphemy
Distorting the light
A sort of...listless vanity.
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He listens to voices inside of his mind
Explicit and poisonous violent crime.
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