Dry Rain
Forsaken behind the desolation
cry.
As I hold myself pretending
that my arms themselves carry
the title as guardianship.
But it's all pretend.
This abolishment, this
unpleasant annihilation ...
Why am I broken?
This abnormal irregular
disorder which shallows me
whole.
Stay away from me I beg.
I'm nothing more than a
monstrosity..
An abnormality..
Pretending to be like everyone
else...
Pretending to fill this empty
hole in my chest.
Like mankind pretending to
create peace.
I'm nothing more then a myth
trying to become apart of a
world that never wanted me.
- Robert
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