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  without hopes ... Death without reason
 
 Well concealed
 My human destitution
 Shroud of  void
 Within
 
 A shadowed figure
 A lone failure
 Shameful posture
 Shy  of darkness
  fool to decay in ever-cold
 
 All scripts of  unknown
 Unheard
 All breath to give  to (dark) spiritual formulae
 
 In grief... placid
 The world  shatters
  by ill consumption
 Possessed and inclined
 
  enter this covetous passing
 True and bitter with my 
 The  of death...
 Be real
 Carving... my skin
 Reveals...  face... of... tragedy
 
 Better... to feel
 The pain... fully
 Than to drift
 In the emptiness
 
 Between nothing
 And sadness
 
 Cut up
 Depressed
 Alone
 
 Wounds as deep (as  burial
  sorrow deeper than any wound
 I gave (myself)
 Thicker  any scar
 I left
 For me
 There is  hope
 
 Left alone in 
 For there  no escape
 A life painted  blood (and loss)
  wrists to my freedom welcome razors edge
 
 And these wounds of mine will  fucking heal