Termites in my bones I can feel them devour
there were onlookers present in my final hour
the "life" was intense and I watched it shatter
lights flickering revealed what no longer mattered
I no longer wait in the house on the hill
I've cheated the game with an impulse to kill
myself as the victim and also the villain
good riddance to me, and the hell I was born in.
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