Camouflaged laughter,
Imitations of the past.
Burning evolution inside;
The reflexes are still aghast
Brewing upon the fire of impudence,
The conscience is at stake
Blood gushing against gravity;
So perilous is my fate…
Cool and calm I sit alone
Ripping apart, the ‘flesh and bone’
I try to deface my cadaver
With delirium of my own...
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