Drowning Not
Human
without
cause.
Is that human?
I watch;
discretely;
he doesn't know, and won't.
Faith
hold
true.
Is this worth it?
Occultist dreams,
killing sounds,
violent taste buds,
silent fears.
A catalogue of pain:
Unfelt!
Unknown!
Unrelated--
a smile, hollower than his eyes.
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