Status
Wicked
The failure creeps in
Stricken
My grasp here weakens
Faithless
Take me to the heathen
I want nothing
And it grows by the day
Passion wanting
See my future slip away
And in the absense...
I crawl to the edge
But the darkness starts to drown
The air I try to breathe
Suffocates without a sound
And all the while I sit and smile
With these eyes set alight
You see my carcass wave goodbye
But it never joined the fight.
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