The Struggle for life as seen through
His eyes
Is not worth more than if
He dies-
Cry out with Pain as you
writhe in disgust
But your Struggle continues;
you think that It must-
Run away from this Hell,
just take the easy way out
Writhing from Devil's torture
making me turn and shout-
This terrible Black Cloud
reflecting my face
A mirror of terror;
I shatter in Disgrace
Pieces falling, hitting the ground-
breaking smaller still
My face is hideous and broken
Die for the Pill.
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