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everything is rotten

Nothing carries gold

It's all rotted, full of sawdust and fat pieces that you throw out

Everything I do is nothing

I can't seem to find a way out

I keep trying to make it out

I am drowning trying to get out even a tiny bit

The black metallic blast of swirling

Phantom desperation

That makes me curl up on the inside like a damaged flower

Never got any sunshine

Got kicked and spat at and laughed at

I can't make it out

I shall not return to Elysium

I am

Drowning out all the sounds

But they find their way in my orifices

Like a screaming, screeching sonic boom