Unkind

Wallowing in my shallow grave
This hellscape is of my own design
The world has been unkind
I see it everywhere
The constant reminder
That I am made of paper
My bones of chalk
I bleed like any ungrateful being

Possessed by reality
I walk this Earth with an empty feeling
Tear through the seams of time
And I will defy the inevitable



Credits
Writer(s): Ivy Tebbe
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