Regret.
Anger.
Misery.
Explosions of an epidemic,
in the house of the dead.
Screams of anger rise.
Higher through the walls.
To her ears,to her brain.
Chills of vibration down the spine,
voices whisper (through the back of her mind.)
She hates her, she does.
She is the regret that longed to die.
To rid her of the everlasting agony of blankness.
Such cries don't haunt
No longer afraid of the others,
yet scared of everything else.
Existence.
People.
The world.
Change for the lies,
that conform us
to the nightmare.
the dream dies
and so we travel far away.
to a land of nothing.
a land of no feelings.
Numbness.
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