The Collapse

Flesh Field

Mutating.
Changing.
Fading into nothing.
Hide me.
Help me.
Save me from uncertainty.

I try just a little bit.
I fail just a little bit more.

Holding onto something never meant for me.
I'm drowning, losing all integrity.

I want to hold onto you until I feel you breaking.

Stay out of my way.


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