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Oiseauman - Vice

Rolling down a hill, Tumbling through a valley, Hurtling down a mountain, bleeding from your back and your knees, Grazing them along the jagged edges, With a smile on your face too difficult to give to the sun, Who gives you the warmth and light that you need, As you force your head beneath the covers of a weighted blanket, Screaming in the corner of a room, Blowing bubbles made of sweat, Mixing your food with the blood that pours out of every enemy you decide to have. You don't recognise the silhouette in the river of saliva that seeps out of your wounds, As you imagine eating ripe crops straight out of the ground, Ripping then out with your teeth and chewing on the bones, Letting the pain they feel seep into your flesh.