The dirt is cold, my bones are gray
Draped in rust and mildew
Sun rotting me from the inside out
Decaying bird in a cage
Gilded feathers, worn away
My body; a hopeless contraption
Wrapped in horizon lines
Mocked by an endless sky
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Apoptosis = Apotheosis
The chronicles of my descent into the laughing void, the weird dreams I have, and stereotypically eDgY s**t.