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A weak sun drops palely to the ground

Upon this shattered ashes - This is my last attempt

I am done, undone, gone

Burn it down, burn me down

nothing shall be left of me

but this empty sense

Besieged am I in my futile denial

O so woefully refined ... my animal fear.

An empty shroud - unveiled, an empty, me -

To lift me, to bear the weight of light - surpasses my capacity for failiure

Confined in a web of holy words

discolored and absorbed my very breath.

On shattered knees imploring - an empty me -

To lift me, to bear the weight of your words, is to fail