Nameless and faceless. I do not exist. I could be anyone. I could be you.
I am what you make me.
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I’m rotting to the bone
but it’s never fast enough
familiar patterns and angles
make me feel at home
I can only smell death
my tongue has amnesia
selective to forget the taste
of all I found excessive
I’m in a state of decay
striving for completion
I’m under ninety kilo’s
with only ninety more to go.
(Source: mister-selfdestruct)
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lifeencoded said:
I love the “my tongue has amnesia” line. Sends familiarity shivering through my veins.
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