Without your guidance
I'm alone
Lost, I can't see; shut up in the box
Don't think, don't breathe, don't even
Listen to me laugh at your tears
Instead
Just penetrate the surrealism
And the whirling confusion I weave
Feel the steady drip,drip of my blood
On your face
As I squeeze the life from your shell
Over your head
Does it hurt?
It's called
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