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Pensive festering, incapable

Wandering without purpose

Visions of misery, I'm locked in its grip

No exits, developed permanence

Inheriting the pain, I'm lost I'm lost I'm lost

I wish not to be found

By what creatures lair I may invade

Why with what fortune and curses I consume

Spiritual hex as the portent of my sentence

Spiritual hex as the portent of my sentence

Of all of my worlds knowledge

Passages and instinct of shadows

I find nowhere to cower

Weeping, insidious

Now with my frail hands I claw at the soil

Bloodied fingers serve no delay

No understanding of my own intentions

Something hums below me

A beckoning

Home

With every heaving pulse of the world

A sighting of the ominous cloaked smog

A shepard, coalesced ruination infinite

A shepard, coalesced ruination infinite

My skies guide without direction

The venom palpable on my tongue

Comprehension is impossible

Why me? (hold out)

Parallel planes, rapturous duality

A wilting garden exception to verity

Lone thoughts

Weigh down

Endless

No hope

Final

Breath flows

Now I

Pass on