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head bowed while i walk

the blackness of my certainty

clenched my fist in rage

agony and apathy

i let it crawl into my veins

like an intravenous drug

i let it reach my depthness

to compel a breathing clogged



i began to worship solitude

glorifying all that kills

braced the comfort of oblivion

sought warmth from all its chills

half praying and half hoping

full intake of words that poison

yielding to the battlecry

of my own self confusion



i destroy me i destroy

lessons left unlearned

of fallen angels dying saints

from their words they get burnt



my silence is your thunder

your silence is my pain

lets stand over the edge instead

and watch the drowning rain.