I devise sources of pain to satisfy my hungry soul,
There is not a single way for me to become whole.
Expose myself to torment, to fill the empty space inside,
I try to reach the state of the sublime
In such a strange distorted way,
Self-flagellation to prevent a slow decay.
I seem to crave for fast extinction
Just to stop falling for deception...
Defective 20. 03. 2013
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