i imitate my shadow
it wears me as skin
it walks the earth
and i am it's stain

i stare into heaven while i'm dying in hell
plastic and translucent like the lies that i tell
razors cut away the pain of this life
one stroke of the brush paints my macabre delight

all that i touch is tragedy
see the blood on my hands
all that i feel is agony
peel away all the scabs

my soul is the grounds
where the insects breed
the pain has gone numb
although i still bleed
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by Dickinson