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                                                                                                                                           Max Rael
Relic
or breaking point

I am a relic,

I am a farce,

I want no part

In this anymore.
 

A piece of matter, barely the size of an acorn rattles in my head.
This sad remnant of brain acts as a reminder of what I was.
 

There is a void that grows inside of me.

There is a void that grows inside of me.

Soon it will reach breaking point.

You know to what I am referring,
Do not pretend you do not.
Riddled with self-disgust
Soon it will reach breaking point.
 

I am a relic,

I am a farce,

I want no part

In this anymore.
 

There is hatred, there is injustice, there is apathy.
Another victim just like the rest of us.

There is a void that grows inside of me.

There is a void that grows inside of me.

Soon it will reach breaking point.

You know to what I am referring,
Do not pretend you do not.
Riddled with self-disgust,
Soon it will reach breaking point.

Seeming quicker every year,
Seeming quicker every year,
Spinning,  spiralling
Losing all the control, thatís important for survival.
 


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