Self Hatred from Inheritance by Lying Figures

Facing the decadence of my vanishing soul
A body crumbling apart an irrational work of art

Years have let ruins of a once proud man
Corrosion of a so called youth
Melting in front of me

The mirror is clean, the face is broken

Trapped in a cycle of rot
Powerless, the portrait changing
Drawing itself, alone
I need to burn it down

Lying on the ground staring above the trees
Earth underneath calling for my body
This jail which confines me
I need to dismantle

Taking the knife
Pull off my eyes
Blinded
So I can’t see myself

The pain I feel helps me to know I’m still alive
The hate I feel for me a bliss I can’t deny

Self-Hatred, no more guilt I’ll enjoy each part of it
Self Hatred, I implore you my neurosis I fell for

Breaking down every glass
Splitting the weight of hate
Tearing myself apart
To host it piece by piece

Reflections on the walls
And deep cuts on my face
Demise of the true self
Dissolution of hurt

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