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The words fall from my mouth like acid rain from the clouds.
they have no benefit on the world below me,
They fall and burn those around me,
But maybe they should realize that they are to blame.
They poluted the air that i breathe,
It was their polution that tainted the words i say.
I drop acid left and right, cursing the very life I live.
Acid so consumes me that my own tears leave burns down my face when they fall.
So helpless am I in this fight so it seems...
I cannot stop this downpour...
How can one stop breathing poluted air?
It is everywhere... But perhaps I should stop breathing...
How then would people realize what they have done to this world?
either I die of poisoning, or I die of suffocation.
There seems to be no way out.
I cover my face in hopes to block this poison.
My lungs burn with the intake...
I look in the mirror and hate what I see...
Look what this acid has done to me...
I am a changed soul... that is... if the soul still remains...
Again my words fall... drip from my lips like a chemical function.
This adaptation is of no benefit to me.
It causes me pain... I see the shock in others as I slander them with these...
But i feel so helpless... hopeless... lifeless...
My life is equivalent to that of a cloud...
I am here... I am visible... but no one can grasp me...
I only drop this acid rain.