As I sit here quiet with roars all around,
I hear so much silence, yet so many sounds.
I feel so empty, yet I feel so much.
This organized chaos, is just such.
As my tears repel my face,
I learn with much disgrace,
that your sadistic smile invades,
as you watch my heart concave.
What gives you this pleasure, may I ask?
Is this what you planned? Is this your last task?
You lurer me in, like a fish with live bait.
I can't tell if you love me, or if it's all hate.
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