Inside of me
Are the maggots feeding
Sucking out
My flesh and blood
Drowned screams
No one seems to hear
Calloused hands
No one seems to reach out to
Pitied glances
Falsely thrown my way
Words of consolation
Insincerely uttered to me
You insolent fools
How dare you think
I could actually be moved
By your pretentiousness
I am diseased
Yet you refuse to see
I am dying
But you do not believe
Soon I’ll rise up above
My charred remains
Soaring over everyone else
Flying out to oblivion
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