Inside I'm Full Of Death

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I may look fine, But on the inside I'm full of death

Inside I'm Full Of Death

Time stops
And stands still
Each day 
Seems like a year
I'm lost 
And can't be found
In this darkness
I lay dying
Cold
Empty
And alone
It holds me down
And won't let go
There is no escaping
it consumes me
until there's nothing left
I may look fine
But on the inside I'm full of death

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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