Dumpster Voidkin

Mustn't recover (resistance)

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Who is the skinwalker?

A blob of protoplasm without shape or substance 

Sewed off like a patchwork quilt

Strings being pulled by a long-forgotten connection with a former self 

Ego stripping for a fractured psyche 

(...scrubbing away any insecurities, satisfying a case of malnutrition in the ego)

When that dog wags its tail and appears to be happy, it's not real 

Your mother and a chunk of cheese are both about to fall off a cliff - Now, which one are you going to save? 

You let your heart rule your head again and ended up in the toilet - Don't say I didn't warn you! 

Nothing is sacred. Nothing holds true.

Everything tries to make a fool out of you.

While facing the accusation of the self - 

Pull back the mask. Release the fury.

Creaks open and slams shut

Static fuzz

Rumbling 

A canary in a coalmine 

Coughing crows that peck up my eyes 

While I do nothing but lose sight 

A traveller with a home that sits on wheels 

Unfit for company

Made only for one goal:

Traveling always away from faces deemed unkind 

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Mustn't die (acceptance)