feast


People feed off the pain of others
I’m a feast of pain
Regret, Pain, rage, anger, hate, disgust, insanity
All fuel the people
They feed when my tendency’s show
The scars, the tears, the lost friends
Everything feeds the, them all
Everything
It doesn’t stop in never will
No way, no how
The people need to eat
And they just take and take pick and pick Away at me
Until I’m nothing but a husk of a man, a walking carcass
With the weight still on my shoulders and mine alone
And a mask to hide the pain
I wander these hallowed halls
Alone
Cold
Fake
Dead

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