dwelling in my sickness
repeats of words that conjure suffering
realm of closeness surrounding depths
psalm of darkness
angelic beauty is withheld
faceless faith or open the bag of tricks
tamed myself of my wild side
by devouring my own wings
seeking solace in pits of nothingness
its flown away, my heart holds no life
no longer dreaming of dreams
slowly emerging, my wings of life
but bearing down on me, is my own scythe
its the end of the world
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