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secret poems
i wear this mask, suffocation
and suffering, sweet silence
i tilt my head to the side
insentient, cold to touch
my hand reaches out
into the dark abyssal plain
falling through into the throat
it just tears my skin away
with that i am nothing
and so, i am free, free is death
october 4 2021
i am getting progressively more hopeless
that things will ever get better for me
the roadside spans out for miles but ends abruptly
i am a cold dead body, that is my call
and i will answer that call and walk to the end
i am so lonely here, i am so lonely
i was left behind by those who i thought loved me
my body will crumble into dust and fade into nothing
i am just a small breeze
i am just a small breeze
i am just a small breeze
yet the pain warms me
yet the pain warms me
yet the pain warms me
october 1 2021