Tuesday, March 18

Independence day.

I feel deep-eyed
Sallow sockets and sweat
It's so cold outside
I can't keep any warmth in my body
Like an eyeless fish, pale and scaly
I make no sound
And no one ever seems to miss me
When I'm not around

I feel dead on the outside
And dead on the inside
My mind trapped in a skull
My skull trapped in a universe
My skin is dry and starting to flake
And I see trails of missiles overhead,
Like the it's the beginning of the end
And I'm happy.

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