Endings
That which lived within me hangs impaled on the thorns of your soul
Day and night blur to muted shades of pain
I walk but movement evokes only the illusion of life
Fissured heart cramps the stomach
Breathing continues without purpose
O time, cast your spell and dull this hell
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