In death I will be free
of you
the ambiguous you
of dreams
nightmarish in essence
coma lingua en prescience
in life i disposed of bodies
pushed them all away
the bodies of the innocent
who knew no better
than to put their faith in me
blood is not blood
sad is not sad
and there are no more tears
if ever there were
the walls they covered
with their own shit
and ceased to eat
to send a message
to a queen,
the ambiguous you,
to never dream.
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