it’s ten seconds to midnight on my doomsday clock it’s time to kill but not for kicks it’s time to kill to get things fixed let the darkness kill the light and eradicate my dreaming am I a dreamer? or maybe just a dream? everything seems ephemeral in my insubstantial state
I was afraid I had to hide I crawled into a bottle where
something dark and lethal lurked I
have seen it I have been it I know because I planted it there to blossom in my heart as an ocean of bastard monsters that’s how darkness wins it’s trapped
in the core of our being hidden but always seen
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