Instant by instant
This tap keeps on dripping
And as it slowly empties my heart
It fills up a bowl of hate
Meanwhile, in synch with each drop
I peel off chunks of my skin
Pulling it recklessly dry
Detaching from the flesh
Because despite the agony
Of such gruesome procedure
I rather reduce myself
Into a piece of raw bare meat
Than keeping any of these cells
Once fed and regulated
By a putrefying deceit
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