Spoiler! :
My gas mask brother is turning away,
I am sinking into nightmares again.
The dead pull my shell away
Left naked in the cold fire,
Burns torn open with rain.
Red Maggots digging pins from my flesh,
And scissors snip in the background.
This is the sound of one hand clapping.
The sound of tears gently falling...
You can staple me but I don't care,
You can hate me but I won't hurt,
Because you're just ash and dust,
And your scattered across the back roads of my life.
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