The living

Lately I have dreams

of invading strangers sleep

to feel close to living

instead of dying.

Yes, I understand it shall happen

dying is a destiny for all

but it’s the living

I miss.

This chamber I built

to withstand pain

has become anything but

and it’s killing me

to know the mirror doesn’t lie

and these damn chains

aren’t wind chimes!

the living

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burn baby burn

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