Raw Reality
My skin’s been flayed from the bone,
I’m lying in a pool of my own blood.
Rub salt into my wounds,
I’m so numb I cannot feel it.
Drain me dry,
not a drop left.
Feast on my aura
and leave me to rot.
Let me consume myself,
this continuity
of life and death,
of death and life.
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