One thousand shattered mirrors could never erase this grotesque image from my mind
The chains of one million addictions can never ease the discomfort of my consciousness
Every waking thought centered on this weak, despicable, hideous shell
In stance and walk and all movement secrets are laid bare
Nothing left, but our eyes cannot meet
Clearly, repugnance dances across your face as you silently laugh at the misshapen husk shambling before you
Trapped in this decaying tomb, trapped in this wretched prison confined to flesh
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