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I am Dennis. There is nothing else you would ever want to know about me. Thanks for reading.
From my friends Crimson Dead
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cut slow into epidermis
part flesh and bone
from deep within a great divide
shoe flower red flows
tracing skin and scar
distraught emotions emanate
expressionless face demands
answers that invigorate
in dark isolation
madness means death
screaming walls of claustrophobia
entrapping thought and breath
apathy that clings
like hatred that stings
writhing in turmoil
naked and cold
cut by words and whipped by lies
prodded walls covered in red
summoned like a whore
broken with gore
prompt is submission
short lived though