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Black noise spreads through my body,

flowing through veins, my life eroding,

quietly corroding deep inside the cells.

Am I disappearing?

Everything inside is being destroyed.

“Death” and “Life”—in that narrow in-between,

a shadow asks me:

“Are you alive? Or are you dead?”

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Loop, loop — numbed inside it.

Every breath I take

causes another malfunction.

Unbroken!

Unfading!

I want to live!

I swear this to the self in the mirror.

With every breath I think of death,

with every thought of death, I carve life.

In blurred consciousness,

a shadow asks me:

“Are you alive? Or are you dead?”

Unbroken!

Unfading!

I want to live!

I swear this to the self in the mirror.

In the infinite in-between, pain binds me,

life and death dissolve together.

On the drip, on a metal bed,

every night I negotiate with the dead.

“No cure remains.

No salvation.

No need to fear anymore.”

Beyond death, I still continue to exist.

Unbroken!

Unfading!

I want to live!

Still alive, in the void.

It’s not “I want to die”—

It’s just “I want to disappear.”

“I was never real...”

If I had to be broken

I’d rather erase myself.