I am a flower,

drowning beneath the full moon,

werewolves howling – night.

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I'm an Easter egg,

painted so many colours

so that I turn black.

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This is who I am,

this disfigured ruin of flesh,

waste of oxygen.
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There is no meaning

to this lonely mask which I

wear upon my face.

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I am lost, so lost.

So alone, because no one

likes black Easter eggs.