I'm rotten, don't touch me.<\/p>\n
I cannot feel life, that which produces pain. I doubt that man is good, for he kills and dies for killing. I question gods, idols and the creator of galaxies.<\/p>\n
I am rotting, insults come out of my mouth.<\/p>\n
But I can still love you.<\/p>\n
In my mind, demons live.<\/p>\n
They come for tea at three o'clock.<\/p>\n
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In my eyes, the lie is reflected, they are jet-colored.<\/p>\n
My arms are ropes, slide your neck and jump.<\/p>\n
I become rotten every time I love, lie, destroy and steal.<\/p>\n
Do not kiss my mouth. It is a source of bodily fluids.<\/p>\n
I am in a state of decomposition,<\/p>\n
I do not feel the experience of living.<\/p>\n
I go suspended, strolling along the sidewalks, harvesting lives.<\/p>\n
Owner of everything.<\/p>\n
Walking dogs and men.<\/p>\n
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I am perishing, I feel anguish.<\/p>\n
Fear sings lullabies to me.<\/p>\n
Rats surround me, I feel the grass in my translucent arms.<\/p>\n
I am rotting, I am biodegradable. Let me be absorbed by the earth.<\/p>\n
I will no longer be sterile.<\/p>\n
It rains, it blows, I die.<\/p>\n
The experience is over.<\/p>\n
I open my eyes, the receipt.<\/p>\n
Flowers grow on me.<\/p>\n
I stopped rotting<\/p>\n
Now I am life.<\/p>\n