Dead Parts
By Syphon
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When nothing makes sense and vomitting is the daily routine
When I can't bare the touch of another
And the darkness lights my only path
Repulsion and decay my reflection
Washing myself ten times a day
I still can't rid myself of the stench that was yesterday, last week, last month
When it happened
The light is hurting my eyes
So I stay in the shadows
To hide my truth
That when something wrong touches you
It leaves a permanent scar
The witnesses are those around you
With the memory of your secrets
That you hide in a jar
All the dead parts floating in vinegar
Are reminders that you keep like vacation mementos
Just like that hollow place in your chest
Where a heart used to beat
Am I a murderer?
When all I killed was me
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