Though quiet are my lips, 
Rambunctious is my mind. 
Though cold is my soul, 
Warm is my crimson-stained skin. 
Bitter-sweet the poison 
That courses through my veins. 
"Craft a self-made cure,"
The voices in me said,
To forget all the sins."
Watch all my pain,
Flow swiftly away. 
Not a sound escapes 
As I slowly destroy 
What is destroying me.

They say to destroy what destroys you. What if it's you? 



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