Nothing 21:51


What have I become?
Blackened by my own discontent
In the wintery mire of my soul
The blood, tears, sweat
Broken dreams like broken bones
Watching the needles tear a hole

You could take it all
The life, the very breath in me
My beautiful, wretched disease
The lack of hope, the lack of faith
The lack of anything of importance
You can have the nothing that is me

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