fractures of the broken, peel the innocence
like nails revealing bare bone
taking control creating the impotence
that exposes and keeps me alone
dripping its bile like a venomous snake
hissing and covered in dirt
crawling damp, out of the grave
laying open the scars from the hurt
filling my mouth with wet soil and ash
to hinder the breaths that might follow
cutting the surface, infecting the scratch
forcing my stretched gullet to swallow
permeating every inch of my being
like a storm spinning out of control
silencing my voice, drowning out while I scream
until it's obliterated my soul
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Been there, still there, not through doing that. Soddenly & achingly rendered, my friend.
that's what it feels like
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