Entity.

I kill some

With each line

Until it's their time to resurrect

Murder is a scary word

But we humans do it all day

We point something inside us just straight into the guillotine

Well we don't

Our subconscious carries the judgementary burdenal tasks

But still, we feel it

Every day, something inside us dies

And we murder them

We naturally murder them in forms of that many weapons

Sometimes farewell is even out of their place

We want them gone, disappear, burn

Never come back

But that never has been the case is it

We call this murder "past"

And from time to time

We mourn over it

We never get to know the true cost

We never get to know what really the stakes were

What was on the scales that we never saw, but somehow corrupted all that "unity"

It's just gone

Within

Our

Murdered

Entity.