I'm not mad,
I'm just bored,
& everything I do is only because,
There's nothing left,
For me to do,
& that includes you.
Lay in my dungeon bones & bodies on the ground,
Not a sound is heard but there's screaming all around,
Feel the force of what you don't hear from within,
A mirrour breaking silence that rips away your skin.
Laying in the dungeon stripped of your skin,
Waking from your nightmare soaked in the coldest sweat/then,
Realizing your fault & changing from your sin,
Cause your afraid one day you'll wake up without your skin.
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