Repetitive incoherent conflictions
Excessive impairment recollections
Aggressive announcements and disaffection
Victim to my minds lies
Can't seem to look away
I'm lead astray by its seduction
Spitting out its venom
Like it's Lection
A match dipped into my chest and lit
By my burning souls liquid
Blood is like lighter fluid
So my whole body ignites
Burning me alive
Altering my complexion
Screaming
Help me
Don't you see
I'm melting
But
They're running
My fire is spreading
I set the place ablaze
As I wave my arms frantically
Selfishly
I'm a vicious image
They turn their eyes
They don't wanna see such a sight
I'm frightening
It's so ugly
They way I'm burning
It's disgusting.
No one can get close
Without hurting
No one can save me
Without burning.
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