Your judgement is as your existence:
Unsubstantial.
Famine, conquest, death and war
Fill my void, I need some more;
Cook my heart and serve it,
Cut it deep, I deserve it,
Burn me, curse me,
All that hurts me -
More, more, more
I never laughed my head off and never shed a tear
Walking on the edge of a knife,
My only shreds of humanity are pain and fear
That I will never feel alive
That’s all want, all I seek and desire
Let it all burn in the pyre!
Famine, conquest, death and war
Fill my void, I need some more;
Cook my heart and serve it,
Cut it deep, I deserve it
Burn me, curse me,
All that hurts me -
More, more, more
I wish I’d never been
Born at all, my queen
But I’m facing the truth,
I’m no object of your attention
My own existence is
Unsubstantial

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