The Art of Existing
Can you see me?
Are you aware of these
clashing entities that are
rubbing my insides raw?
Extended appendages and
inaudible screams are all that
I have to salvage what's left of me.
Can you even see me?
Can you hear me
calling out from within the
void? Do you feel the vibration
from the echoes of this prison?
Can you hear me? I know
it's too much to ask of you to
decipher my feelings when I
am speaking in tongues.
Can you feel me scuffling
with my own emotion, trying
to keep the beast inside from
mauling me into nonexistence?
Can you feel me fighting
my flight instincts? Darling,
my endeavor feels like failure,
so can you please help me?
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