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Dark clouds erupt and swirl as you ignore the smoke signals for the oncoming storm. The old predatory structures panic as their tumorous armor gives way to the revealing. Found as a folded amassment, lost in the glittering puddle. Sealed and isolated in the rigid high tower you locked the doors and escaped the windows into this grand loft of a city built on shells and dust. Lying like an intoxicated martyr on lead cement, crowned by ravenous self-exaltedness. You fear what lies outside the dogmatic encrustations, paralyzed prisoner of these insecure delusions. Refusing to shed the ego's spiked blood, it has been fermenting for

Blood spilled and splattered while dreams are shattered and hopes fly away in the night. The white rug, stained, with no one to blame but the person that's holding the knife. The blood drips down 'till it spills on the ground where it simply begins to pool. The drops fall like tears cried over the years 'till my soul was hardened and numb. I drop to the floor soon I'll be no more for my death is nearly complete. So goodbye, it's the end, maybe we'll meet again if you visit my personal hell.