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I’m
disfigured shame is now the reflection
cracked, spidered and grimy stare back
I’m not what I used to be half dead and I can’t look back,
suddenly I feel the pain wash away
The torment has lessened
torture became a cool wind sway
my mind releases its final memories
preparing for human decommissioning.

point blank and one in the chamber
looking forward to a voided forever.
© Rexican