Far down in a place that no one knows
Buried so deep the possibility of retreat is
inevitable
The abililty to speak is impossible
And the action of discovery brings more pain
than can bare
\And even if you knew
If my soul would read like a book
You still couldn't understand or comprehend
But if you think you can and if you must
Then open me and read my thoughts and know
my past
And let the blood of my soul pour out
Upon the streets of my Guilty Conscious
And the hatred of my self existence
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