I lay here drowning in my own pool of sickness.
The waters color is made from the ebony of the sky.
There's no stars or anything to shine the brightness.
No one else lives here except the kid that no one cares for;
No one else lives here but I can feel thier eyes burning over my skin.
I love this sickness! I want more!
The sickness is who I am within.
Inside the sickness is raging with awe!
No one will take me from me.
Within this hole of sickness I'll not fall.
The eyes brush upon me every night, they won't let me be.
I travel in me every breath of the night with no destination.
My feet inch along with no passion or desire
Until I come to a wall that forces on me a complication.
The eyes have already made me walk through plenty of fire.
These eyes are afraid and try to stop what's within.
They are all afraid of what they don't comprehend.
I can't get enough of this burning of my skin!
I love this sickness that lives within me, within my mind!

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