My eyes shift to the left. What do they see? Maybe the real question is. How do I feel? I don’t feel these dark circles fading. I don’t feel my appetite coming back. The way i feel on the inside, its beginning to reflect on my outside. The sad part is, they begin to see it to. Im rotting, and the world knows it. I don’t feel this dry taste of blood in my mouth leaving soon. Something is not right. I smile, but only to show what i just spat up in my mouth. I grit my teeth and glare at the monster staring back at me. So please say it again, i want to hear it. Corpses. That’s all we fucking are.
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‘All we are, all we are
Is bullets, I mean this’
Amen