Breaking Open

Ghostly hands of hate take hold,

Clawing at this filthy body of mine,

Tearing and ripping and breaking me apart.

And as I breathe my last, choked by fear and blood,

I know I am not so unlike you.

Break me open and you ‘ll see–

I am not so unlike you.

 

Open

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