Sift through the rubble, creating a case against this earth. Found in the last place I search. From deep within you force the mirror upon myself. Face my sins, my eyes scratched, blind to this sight. Selfindulgence makes my flesh turn grey, the beauty within, blackened to a darker core. The selfless act brings me into the light, a shell of purity masks the internal decay. I become the demon in my dreams. I become the object of my hate. Soulless, my disposition raped from me. Identity masked by my words. I must remove the mask I wear, I must defeat the demon in my dreams. A secondhand soul dressed in silk to match its peers, playing catchup to the perfection I adore. Scars under the surface, hidden from them all, they will remain until I reach peace within. I work through this void, search through debris, change frequencies, reclaim myself.
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