Zilch

On the other side of the wall,
Is there anything else to see?
I've been in a lockdown for years.
Then so what is it I deeply despise?
Entities who used to stereotype,
Too discreet from their own kind.
My soul is hungry to annihilate from within
And to carve my name on my face.
Do I really exist in this hell?
Yes, I die everyday to exist
But I ain't alive through my senses.
There's something in me that wages a purge.
Maybe longer than an addictive binge.
Just forget what was here.
Forget as if nothing happened.
I badly need to know your ways
On how to disappear completely.
I'm not here,
Silence is all I hear,
This is not happening.

Author's Note

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