I’ll tell you now
They don’t see me
The sanctum sanatorium of the imaginary
The womb of denial
Hiding like a wounded animal
Bleeding from the lie
Hatred and pride
Hoping for the tender mercy of death
Negating of an existence
That never existed
Vying for the love and acceptance of just one
But like a phantom.
Visible but not tangible
Hoping for the tender mercy of death
Negating of an existence
That never existed
Vying for the love and acceptance of just one
But like a phantom.
Visible but not tangible
Ghost mode…invincible
They don’t see me
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