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Today, suddenly, an episode I imagined for Simbiat poured out into a small poem. Perhaps it was another mood-swing or just OST to Seraph.
Look at my deformity:
No sign of conformity;
Strips of my flesh,
As they turn to ash;
Teeth falling out...
Look what inside I've found.
Distorted reflection
Springs fist into action -
Nothing to see,
As if nothing I've been.
Shards of the mirror
Cut to bleed thinner -
Drops of red all over the sink,
Mind is drowning, forgetting to swim.
All ribs get broken,
Heart in crib awoken,
Lungs - inside-out...
No longer know what my fear's about.
Losing breath and losing head:
Is this the monster, that inside I bred?
Thoughts racing in denial,
Replaced by rage turning viral.
Kill, kill, and nothing but kill -
That's the desire, that I will fulfill.