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Number ThreeKeep talking.I need to hear your voice, your patter.I can no longer speak Because I can only seebut if silent observation is slow suicide then I am nearly deadWho can be my saviour from my own mind?Who will bear patience to learn and comprehend?I am drowning from us going nowhere as I drift further.Open the third eye.Why can they not see and only speak?What will come? when will it come? is it coming?It has already come to passso I now lay paralysis riddenuttering the patter of the pale powder.My raison d'etre; my reason for existance,now extinct.This is the way I am.This is the way I am going to be.This is how I will die,and I am prepared for it.
CarrionRemember this if nothing else:As all logical beings know; death is essential to life,Just as the Sakura blossoms bud and fall.Though it seems natural to mourn,Know that it is not of my will.To live a life of perpetual calamitous trialsIs to be among the living dead,And through this contrary,Death is the pleasure of life.