| Under constant surveillance from above
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| Human cadavers suspended from chains come to life
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| Dictating my every move
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| This crimson hallucination molded by the compounding dementia
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| Isolated in the confine of the psyche
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| Imprisoned in the mind
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| Detached and emotionless
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| No past, no future, no Identity
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| Human carnage festers around me
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| Mathematical equations surround me
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| Enthralled by palindromes and logarithms
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| Illogical calculations written obsessively across brick
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| Overlapping formulas inked in blood
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| Intensity increasing with every numerical metamorphosis
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| New sequential patterns generate advanced cogitations
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| Etching away at the ultimate theorem
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| Delusions of an oncoming apocalypse fuels my paranoia
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| I find comfort in a fresh homicide
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| Disemboweling the victim
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| I stare deep into the soul while taking her life
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| The compulsion to carve at the body increases
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| Scraping the inside, lost in time
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| Satisfaction in the work I’ve completed
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| Brings sweet slumber within the hollowed carcass
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| Cocooned in flesh
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| I awaken to the sensation of insects burrowing beneath my skin
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| With a blade, I mutilate
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| As the blood drains, my empty shell becomes wax
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| I reach a continuum of consciousness through death |