The same angsty stuff
Held by the silence,
cooled by the solitude,
warmed by the merciless Earth,
a temper consumes you
like a deadly disease
ever since the day of its birth.
It feeds off your heart
that's rotting within,
littered with mould and loam.
Where the living lack life
and the corpses don't rest:
this wonderful world we call home.
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