Void


The ropes are tight

Wrists bruised and strained

Darkness, no light

Body is maimed

 

Obsessive thoughts

Raging through fear

Stomach in knots

Vision is clear

 

Purgatory,

That soul will go

A dark story

The guilt will show


Pick the feathers.

 

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