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Into the steam filled abyss I found myself sitting upon a rock, lost, confused, hopeless.
The light of a lark opened my eyes; the shadow of the devil closed them.
My vision became faded and my mind was jaded,
I was lost in the thoughts of an assassin and pushed into the actions of a suicidal animal. The rope clinched to my neck lets go ever so softly but when I slip it tightens
Before I know it I am lost in the abyss of my own insanity and cannot find my way back to reality.
Sometimes I forget who I am; sometimes I forget what good I’ve done.
The fog takes over my very movements, thoughts, and actions.
The laziness that unfolds upon me is like a quilt of guilt.
Sweat, tears, and blood are stitched into the embroidery of this quilt.
I try to open my eyes but they remain closed.
I am blind to the truth but to the fallacies I can see.
I just wish to give my soul like a Faustian bargain
just...to feel completely whole again. Sadly...I know that I will never find.
I try to open my eyes again and I am alive, but falling into the depths of hell.
The Egyptians encrypted my soul with this spell.
The evil curse that will scar my skin with pain and have me walk as if I have survived the bloody gallows.
My head hangs low and creates a correlation with my eye lids.
The tears are hard to see in the rain, but the pain leaves a permanent stain.
I am alive, but isnt living as bad as dying.
The thought of the unknown lingers upon me like a mosquito
My love for you dwells forever as if it were a scar.