Death divine, sour-lust, despair.
Scream in the dark ... venom in the air.
My thoughts are twisted, bound with pain.
Anticlimax? Will I end in vain?
Assistance needed, to find the light,
Through tears and misery, the will to fight.
Will my urge be honest? Will it lead me there?
Or is it empty, no hope to share?
The dark has scavenged,
And found me weak,
Mind? Body?
Poison at its peak.
Back against the cold wall,
Manage to choke through sobs, "No one cares, no one at all"
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