I fight the fringe of flux
Embodied the gaunt atrocities
And with contempt I shout and scratch my soul to bleed
Contemplate the sheer conformity with reddened eyes
Shout to gain a voice
To be heard whilst ears are covered, unaware of angst while formation triggered a memory of blackened pain
I crumble under restraint of silken robe and caustic tears
I fade away fade
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