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dark shadows lurking all around me

they follow me to sleep

blind mirrors pointed are all on me

don't reflect anything

but my eternal curse

so shallow and unresting

I don't fight the sepsis

I let it fill my veins

I praise my affliction

I am too scared to heal

my castle is the temple

for all who are afraid to feel

I praise the violation

against normality

secluded in my castle

deprived of humanity

abandoned, moaning in my tower

the echo laughs at me

ghosts of the past are all that I reach to

they won't speak anything

oh my eternal curse

I cultivate and ingest

I am afraid of cure

sickness is all I know

I praise my affliction

I have always been sick

untreated I have become

the manifest of self conflicted

I praise the devastation

that occured to my soul

if I gave up on it

what would I be after all?