Ants
Angry red lines
Fire ants marching on my skin,
changing me, burning
burn it all away
burn away the lies, the flaws
all that i am
burn the illusion-destory the mask
that hides the splintered soul
Take it away
let the ants feed, change me
why cant they see, understand
they give order where chaos reined
structure to the madness
form to the free
march on, burn, bite, break
DO NOT STOP, do not leave
Remind me.
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