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Scorned

I sit among the devils scorned.. battle weary broken worn. Within me a vacant frozen cavity.. nothing can bring me back, determined gravity.. tears drip and freeze.. bitter cold is what it bleeds.. oh the agony.. sweet agony! Lustful cravings of the flesh draw me out Removes barriers not a trace of self doubt. Building growing consuming the prior Mind body enveloped within the fire. Mental barriers erected swiftly Leaving connections shaken, shifty Release becomes a struggle rather than a blessing. Pain increases happiness lessens.. I walk in the shadows of beings crucified Passified, testified, sacrafide, left by the side. A mere smear of my prior being. Life seeping from me as if my own blood was fleeing Back down again on this very day Rock bottom instant replay This time even kneeling is a burden Returning to my former self isn't certain A replica of the original Regrets and sorrow are the only ones left to mingle. Picking up the few pieces of me that remain My life force pours as it drains

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