Thus, I embrace the lifeless womb
Which incubates a wicked evil
Cradling it’s mind into the comfort of madness.
Despite the freedom within those dreams
They shall always wake up here
Forced to walk amongst the living
Driven by a cold, dead heart.
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Sincerely Rob
Escaping to the past with dark visions of the future while stuck in the present
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Oh, a really felt one.
You have beautifully captured the dehumanizing effects of evil.