A Distant Metaphor

Causative reactions fluctuate hyperbolically within a systemic and diluted thought process. Another place you can call home. No amount of tears will extinguish the flame which burns me alive. I am the synthesis of the underground. The quality of deathly frustrations. Life is a creation within the flesh. Its own mistake. Shattering all disbelief and hyperbolizes. The new reaction occurs. Blurring the illusion right before you. A sunrise in the west. Living life backwards. Your only way of life. Self-destruction rid you of me. Self-sabotage created your bondage. Another way of the snake. The fake. The diluted thought process. A recess of the soul. Words without control. A distant metaphor sneaking up on you. Killers. Without you I am back to when the world existed without you. Now I know this is the only place I will be able to live my life. Numb. Fulfilled. Impeccable.

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