I am the malcontent
Here I am
Tired, spent
Worthless, null
Void and dull
Languishing, infertile soul
A cipher filled
Dark matter
Meaningless and chilled
Killing, killed
By your laughter
But not your apathy
When you refuse to see me
I will take your soul
Spit it out whole
Tear away your face
When you run
From the blackness
From the pain
From your own shame
Pitched, reeling
No ground
No ceiling
Not even the sky
Nowhere to hide
Just empty space
I am coming for you
I wait in the shadows
Lurking on the ledge
I live in these surfaces
Of blades that cut
Waiting to slit you up
Into your dreams
I will enter unseen
Take out all the light
Until you cannot believe
In anything
Not even me
Who could I be?
Here I am
Tired, spent
Worthless, null
Void and dull
Languishing, infertile soul
A cipher filled
Dark matter
Meaningless and chilled
Killing, killed
By your laughter
But not your apathy
When you refuse to see me
I will take your soul
Spit it out whole
Tear away your face
When you run
From the blackness
From the pain
From your own shame
Pitched, reeling
No ground
No ceiling
Not even the sky
Nowhere to hide
Just empty space
I am coming for you
I wait in the shadows
Lurking on the ledge
I live in these surfaces
Of blades that cut
Waiting to slit you up
Into your dreams
I will enter unseen
Take out all the light
Until you cannot believe
In anything
Not even me
Who could I be?
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