Twisted
Twisted is thine soul thou shall never see
the beautiful lights in the creativity
you sit in darkness and know not of the world
your eyes die in the needles of darkness
your body whithers in the waste of the mind
You control not what you think or hear or see
you speak but not know of what you have said
you drift into darkness farther and farther
the brain stops...
Death
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