Short‐Term Exposure, Long‐Term Damage

Oh boy, you know you can't just dissapear Once filling up, now just spilling out In front of the world before you You're walking in glitches and spasms lifting your knee to your breast And lowering it to the ground You'll never escape those ignorant eyes The ones that were never meant to see what they've seen, I feel nothing, but I am not the one who hides in my own skin You'd be more comfortable lying in your own waste grabbing the dick of death, begging for the chance to be dispatched and born again

Submitted by Nargaroth — Feb 23, 2026