

Me.I am:Me.
the silence in the machine The reaper in your shadows encompassing yours fears harvesting screams


FallI am so fucking insane these knives, TALK TO ME "strip your identity" so I cut my prints clean.Fall
the flesh drops off
as if rotted spots of black and green. blood, is just an after thought.
The flesh drops one by one, a piece of me falls. leaving this shell
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