Carved it out of my heart, 
Blood dripping down my hands, 
I don't understand myself,
I don't understand you, 

What are these words.
Poems? What do they mean? 
Who am I? Remind me.
Beat me black and blue.

I don't get it. I don't get it.
I don't get it. I don't get it.  
Constellations in syllables, 
Galaxies in words. 

These stars collide fearlessly,
Destroying planets.
Dogs crawling under
The shadows of flying birds.

I am the god of my own destruction,
Creator of my devastation. 
I am the one who shall build
Then destroy this nation. 

I have broken it all, what have I done? 
Perhaps my monsters already won.

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