Ana Lies

Do you like monsters too?
As I indulge in every hungry virtue
Is this what you want to see?
Flawless misery?
For every tear I shed,
Scar I create,
Year I take:
I go to waste
Life disintegrates into bone,
But I destroy myself in the comfort of empty darkness
Left with your visions in my head,
As you dance with the dead:
Awaiting me

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