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I lay here, naked on the floor.
No clothing, completely open, and vulnerable.
The cold existence sucks away my life.
The cold existence sucks away my soul.
I can feel it leaving.
It doesn't stop to say goodbye,
Nor did it say hello when it first greeted me.
It's leaving slowly.
Like a plane on the take off.
It's launching has begun slowly, but I can feel it accelerating.
Soon, it will be in full force.
Soon, it will crash.
What happens then?
Where do I go?
Will I survive, or will I die?
Do I care?
Anything cold happen to me.
The floor might be in a happy mood,
Or a sad mood.
A rageful mood,
Or an expressive mood.
A kind mood, or a scornful mood.
Right now, it's in an anti-life mood.
What's happening to me?
Without my clothing,
I have no defense,
For my clothing is my wall of protection,
My fortress.
I have built it up with all of my might.
And yet, it is being destroyed in a rain of fire wrath and hatred.
Why can't I be in control?
The floor is the world.
The large abyss of Satan.
I am but a flicker in this flame of Hades I live in.
Sometimes, you can't even realize that I am there,
Kindling the flame.
If I were taken away, would you notice?
What would it take for you to realize that I was gone?
If you did realize I was gone, how would that affect you?
Would you even care?
In the quintessential fairy-tale I've created for myself; you would.
But oh, this lie is not truth.
This lie is a lie.
One that is told by many,
And lived by few.
Oh, my live is leaving me.
I can feel it slipping away.
Not so gradual anymore.
I cannot go on.
It is time for me to go now.
It is time for a 3poi2567t
No clothing, completely open, and vulnerable.
The cold existence sucks away my life.
The cold existence sucks away my soul.
I can feel it leaving.
It doesn't stop to say goodbye,
Nor did it say hello when it first greeted me.
It's leaving slowly.
Like a plane on the take off.
It's launching has begun slowly, but I can feel it accelerating.
Soon, it will be in full force.
Soon, it will crash.
What happens then?
Where do I go?
Will I survive, or will I die?
Do I care?
Anything cold happen to me.
The floor might be in a happy mood,
Or a sad mood.
A rageful mood,
Or an expressive mood.
A kind mood, or a scornful mood.
Right now, it's in an anti-life mood.
What's happening to me?
Without my clothing,
I have no defense,
For my clothing is my wall of protection,
My fortress.
I have built it up with all of my might.
And yet, it is being destroyed in a rain of fire wrath and hatred.
Why can't I be in control?
The floor is the world.
The large abyss of Satan.
I am but a flicker in this flame of Hades I live in.
Sometimes, you can't even realize that I am there,
Kindling the flame.
If I were taken away, would you notice?
What would it take for you to realize that I was gone?
If you did realize I was gone, how would that affect you?
Would you even care?
In the quintessential fairy-tale I've created for myself; you would.
But oh, this lie is not truth.
This lie is a lie.
One that is told by many,
And lived by few.
Oh, my live is leaving me.
I can feel it slipping away.
Not so gradual anymore.
I cannot go on.
It is time for me to go now.
It is time for a 3poi2567t