Trauma Host
OBEYER
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A silent rot, a void of nothingness
The red mist descends to take more than it gives
It has severed my tongue, sewn shut my eyes
Another version of me dead
I have suffered at the hands of your neglect
I have a vision where you fade faster
Stuff your mouth with dirt to quiet the laughter
Drag myself up from the ground again
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The smiles I wear are porcelain
Just one mistake and the cracks begin
Every memory corrupt
I want you to know that I've always felt unloved
Another version of me dead
Suffering at the hands of your neglect
I have always felt unloved
Years of being bathed in your misery
Everlasting past, everlasting pain