Contort

By Inure

On Seemless

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Emptiness enables me

To treat new passing time

Questions raised to truth witheld

Draw pain that isnt mine

Bereft my insides bury words

Tormented in the mind

Strive to reach wisps of fate

Cleansed of what's behind

A shell repeating patiently

A face that cannot hide

Relations to a consequence

To say I haven't tried

Lines cut across my face

Hide to stop this kill embrace

Had the chance but lived a lie

Hate the truth now what am I

Mirrors chase this misery

Rotting here inside of me

Bleeding out now

How can it be

Sinking in an unrelenting

Complacent yet unnerving

Figment of imagination

Persistent in accumulating

NOthing worth contemplation

Accepting perception

As seeming an existence