I fester in the center of
an army of nerves running wild up and down my bitter spine My blood is like acid It eats through my skin leaving my bones bare and charred I got angry fungi growing behind my eyes It’s got me seeing red that grows like a rash across people’s faces My ears are picky They only hear the stuff that makes me sick I don’t know why this is living I’m swimming in a disease that drives me to hate I run from the shame Look for other options but my brain is sick with mold I stick to the solution Seek out other resolutions But I grew so disillusioned that my only answers seem to be lighting a misanthropic fuse
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