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The Dollhouse Elboc Noj
As I lie on the tile
With omnimous, blank stare
Ignorantly lost in a gaze of the wall
Paper upon wood
Dotted like tiny insects
In the bowwels of my mind
I cannot move
I feel comfortably numb
Hands as useless as hope
Feet as dead as the world
Aim your crosshairs at my head
Attack me!
Take everything out on me
Because I cannot feel
Flesh spiders crawl
Around the windows
Into the kitchen
Lifting me up
And a knife is grasped
I wish to stab myself
I thirst for blood
And suddenly I am lifted
Up into the sky I go
I feel so alive
And yet I'm still broken
I'm flying, soaring, free
But this ecstacy is cut short
My hope is wrapped in foil
And the shine hurts my eyes
It's dark now
Father? Are you there?
I have a confession
I killed my best friend
I ate her soul
Am I forgiven?
NO! NEVER!
I can never be forgiven!
Aim your crosshair at my FUCKING neck!
Just blow it off!
BLAST ME!
I can't move
I feel comfortably numb
If I were made of flesh
I could feel everything I cause
But I'm made of plastic
The darkness goes away
And I'm under foil for days
Aim your crosshairs at my neck
And just fucking kill me!
I hate myself...
I'm sick...
Sick of myself...
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