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Someday You Will Open Your Eyes Into Complete Blackness And See With A Clairity That Illuminates Your Soul
An empty hole blacker than loneliness shows your intestines tangled and looped around visceral organs and the tumors that time has allowed to grow within you.
You reach inside yourself and clutch at white masses
They squish and squirm in protest as your hands slip
You cannot grasp them the blood and bile blurrs your vision
Wiping your brow you grab again digging your nails in puncturing the clumps of time
With one tragic movement you tear them out
Intestines pop and blood flows from your body
You see your inards fall to the ground and dropp to your knees scooping them back...