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Humbled


I have swallowed the product to be me
and survive on my new found treason.
Trickle down this mountains frown,
dampen the moss, and fill this crevice.
Forge across these shallow waters, decant the delusions
and cleanse my decadence.

I am too weak and too feeble
too immersed to care.
Too bleak and too weary,
too cold to feel.
Refusing to die,
the embers still yearn.
Another reason to live
with no concerns.

Sweeping overcasts.

My shadow is corroding now.
Shackled to this lightning, I'm feeling kind of bored again,
just waiting for this storm to end.
The silence is deafening,
but every thought detonates like thunder.
My mind is slowly exhausting
reminding me of this disaster.
I am tired of being again,
just let them come,
and passionately devour,
for it is my soul they are after.

I am too weak and too feeble
too immersed to care.
Too bleak and too weary,
too cold to feel.
Refusing to die,
the embers still yearn.
Another reason to live
with no concerns.

Starving for peace,
my mind is wandering,
thoughts no longer exist
I am merely the darkness within the abyss.
Apathy is bliss, just like a widows first tear after denial,
realizing that death is her only survival.

As the hawks circle
haunting like phantoms.
I am meddling with no compassion,
it's trifling, now the passage is severing and shattering.
I'm falling in between,
so carefully fill this chasm, and let me be what I've always been,
not the monster that feeds within.
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