In the presence of failure and the lack of devotion. No clenched fists are gathered to spare the pain in this wound wide open. Hollow is this black tongue of mine and innocent is the vulture inside. Forgiving the pleasures of storms eating everything that is mine. I am nailed with an eye open, Surrendered to this kingdom of tragedy. Grieving the time that fled me and the loved ones I have forsaken. On knees crawling down this mountain of might. In this cold where I summon the fear of dying alone. I die alone.
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