Euthanasia
on wings of sand i fly
all the while, fading into a forgotten dream
on tears of night i choke
all the while, drowning in pure euthanasia
this hivemind has consumed me;
but i've never been so blissfully numb.
i'm breaking out.
desolate echo chamber.
pure euthanasia.
Copyright © Blank Face | Year Posted 2018
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