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Back to this dark, cold, 
vacuumed
space,
With no air, life,
No sort of soothe to the 
senses
You have given me.

My eyes,
Beg to see light,
But only darkness is in 
view.

My ears yearn to hear 
some sort
of,
Soothing word, 
statement, song,
Anything that will tell 
them,
That it would all be gone.

My nose, blocked,
By the stench of despair,
And would give anything,
Absolutely anything,
To have a breath of fresh 
hopeful
air.

My tongue, tasting the 
sourness
of pain,
Destruction stinging its 
buds,
With hot chilly tastes,
Desperate for just a lick,
A single drop,
Of sweet happiness.

My hands, Oh my hands,
Ever clinging to the past,
The hurt, the tears,
Vague cruelty that life 
offered,
To them as a gift,
Back when I was young, 
naive
and ignorant.

My hands they embrace 
the
wrong sinful desires,
Holding tight to them,
As you see these are the 
only
friends, acquitances,
They ever knew and had.
They yearn to be free,
Or atleast have a better 
feel,
Of the cotton softness of 
joy,
peace, love.

My whole being,
Mind body soul,
Entangled in vines of sin,
Sin that no matter how 
thorny,
Offered a place to lay my 
head,
A kind of peace knowing 
that no
judgement will be faced,
Promises that my soul 
would
gladly bear consequences 
for.

But questions, doubts,
uncertainities still remain.
Peaceful life, painful 
death after,
unrest for the soul 
forever,
Or hard life, no matter 
how long,
then death after filled 
with dance
and song,
Total bliss for the soul????

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