Fake skin.
Fake hair.
Fake soul.
Fake tears.
I'm not alive.
Empty and dark. Cold and shivering. Fear and Nausea.
You brought me back.

You thought that I was back.
But I am not. I am not me.
I am gone. Now there is no one.
A carcass is what I am.

A shell for you to fill.
But isn't this what you wanted before?
Dropped at the moore only to be a bore.
Sweet sadness, oh how you welcome me back home.
When will you leave me?
Only when we are no more?

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