The color is thick and obscure
showered by this imperfection.
It penetrates through my skin,
it dwells within myself.
It's unnatural, it's disease!
My defenses are restrained.
This infestation glorifies
upon my being.
It punctures and humiliates,
I am painted.
I purge in this rotten mixture
I gasp for breath,
a short moment of release
but I drown further below
condemning me for ever trying.
It slowly takes every vital breath.
When every moment seems like eternity
and I am left a stranger,
no longer myself
I am painted.
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