Like a thousand plagues over my soul and the smell coming from behind the trees makes me sick it bring sflash backs from the past haunting me reddish gold and silver a hint of rust and blood my eyes they burn from the dying embers once known as me they suffocate the dying embers once known as me
I can't make out the names on the wall they're rusted and covered with blood take my hands force feed me trauma take my hands and nail them together take all that
I see and force feed me trauma as the candle light fades my hands are nailed together my eyes burn one last kiss from my sweet sarin force fed trauma
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