I am not ok
Plastic smiles and plaster laugher.
Locked in a perpetual cycle.
Petty bullshit thrown into the mess.

Fuck your Chaos that you cling to so desperately.
Your games will no longer effect me.
I do not have time for the petty mind fucks you try so hard to deliver.

Tried so hard to fit into your perfect world.
To bad you couldn't see that I have too strong of a will.
isn't that why I was chosen?
Pity you wont see the reality of it all.

Inside this broken porcelain doll
Wages a war against all you stand for.
Prey.
Fall on your knees and know that you are mine.
Pray.
That I do not seek to destroy your Chaos.

The desire to serve seems to be soiled.
Rotting slowly at the core.
The stench is unbearably stiffening.

Not the smell of death, but the smell of rebirth.
After birth lingering in the air as this doll repairs herself..

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