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How will I stop all this shame?

Unable to turn around,

erradicate the blame

for my careless mistakes.

I can't see the light.

Your face, your voice: a dark shadow.

Whom could I beg

if not your ghostly reflection?

Tell me about my sins

and let them hurt.

Kill me on their sharp edge.

Let me bleed it out.

Perhaps the place where I belong

is a kingdom of silence.

Where the sun has faded

and the flowers grow no more.

I float along the current

to be washed away.