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Bright line symmetry
Shapes of simple calamity
Regurgitated misanthropic thoughts
Like a rag doll being tossed
You thought you'd escaped
A windswept melodrama
Centered inside of a coma
Recieving this dose of affection
From a dissapating connection
Blood spilling from my pores
A body full of bed sores
A cellophane cancer
Face down in filth
Dragging the corpses
Whose hearts are beating still
Dancing around this cold and wet bed
Building the pieces that feed on the dread