Absolve the self of eternal sin
Cut to the bone, cleansed from within.
The blade grown dull, a final puncture
The ruse has worn it’s welcome
Facade begins to rupture.
Ties are cut, connections severed.
Greeted by the din of nocturnal terror.
Muddled thoughts i’m forced to confront
The grave isolation, the unending rut.
Crawl to life’s peak, for a second chance
at a failed attempt.
Clinging on to every wrong
The guilt free days are so far from gone.
Making amends through a fallen chair.
Apologized to ruined lives with a deceased stare.
A pestilent soul; now a decorative piece
Hanging from the ceiling, the suffering ceased.
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