Rotting earth

Dirty fingernails

Blood stained shirt

Silk feels comforting against my skin

Snagging scabs and wearing thin

Throbbing head

Living substance of a thread

In love with the shape of my bones

I can’t go home

Muscle atrophy

Death of agony

Soul separated and quaking

Spiritual awakening

Follow the stars

The shape of scars

In a grave

Empty bottles litter the hollow

Unsure how many pills I’ve swallowed

Dull razor

Dented knife

I left my life

In flames

Ashes blur my vision

Spiritual collision

Damp matches

Last cigarette



No one

Could see

Me screaming

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