"Theoretic Inciscion"
Fleeting hypocrisies undermine every morsel of my being,
While aptly mastered fallacies
Encompass my throne in absence.
Self-mutilated empty whispers lie dormant in a state of confused bliss,
As once paranoid delusions slice the mind
With the precision of a skilled surgeons scalpel.
Scarlet trickles from open wounds
Forming congealed puddles of enigmatic peril
On not so solid ground
Fleeting hypocrisies undermine every morsel of my being,
While aptly mastered fallacies
Encompass my throne in absence.
Self-mutilated empty whispers lie dormant in a state of confused bliss,
As once paranoid delusions slice the mind
With the precision of a skilled surgeons scalpel.
Scarlet trickles from open wounds
Forming congealed puddles of enigmatic peril
On not so solid ground
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