Outlet For Conscience by Loudblast
Being nothing but flesh, bones, innards and blood,
A presumed empty brain washed away with time.
Outlet for conscience.
Already far away from your mind, I inspire you with disgust.
Your outlet for conscience is to cry for me.
My outlet for pity is to spit on your fate.
My brow is deeply lined by suffering I endured.
You try to understand how my body feels.
No need for your tears or moans,
No one was by my side when I sank into the pit.
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