inanimate

novelists

i might be reborn or it might burn my skin. i just don't care

at least i'll finally feel something. tickle every needles stuck in this voodoo doll

stab it

stab it

stab it

listen the sound that comes

from this fucking empty wreck;

from this carbonized heart. i'm this disheartened man

who knows that he might end burnt-out.

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