The self inflicted corpse

The hand stretched to an uncaring sky

With wrist whose flesh is parted in casual abhorrence

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The blood that drained slowly

Tracing the skin in melted, red wax

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The eyes of crystalline salt

Forever crying tears that never fall

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With every desperately tensed muscle

And rotting, maggot filled wound

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The corpse screams its suffering

To all who never listened

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