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another piece of morbid poetry

There’s a hole in my mind with an unlimited depth
It scares me but intrigues me so
I’m inching closer til I’m on the edge
What’s at the bottom, I’ll never know

My tainted tears do nothing to subside the pain
My life has just been a single endless day
In which I’ve watched myself die a thousand times
Silence, so fucking loud it shatters my cries

A hope I feel disintegrates
A greed I once felt emulates
It’s all so different but feels the same
My guts turn over, no blood circulates
As a fever burns its way through my brain
There’s nothing I can use to compensate
The guilt that screams everyday in my veins
And I can feel a tearful closure
Seep in then bleed over my erasure