You will see
What there is
to see of Me
My soul is far from perfect
My second self screaming to the legion
There is nothing left
Just endless bleeding from the pain
My sightless eyes sewn shut
My hands mangled in suffocating air
They reach out in the blackness
In ignorant hope that another is there
No one. Nothing. Empty.
Always alone, no one around
Though I touch a thousand bodies
My ears throb from the silent sound
So I here I am in my cage
Don't want to touch you
Afraid you'll see the rage
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