a clean slate my life
unmarked untouched
awaiting a stroke of
inspiration
a blank canvas my day
shadows contrast to
the drought of
colour
an abyssmal hollow my spirit
trodden forgotten beneath
endless crushing
misery
a cruel venom my blood
flowing serving saving
the flesh that bears the
suffering
a contorted maze my mind
thoughtlessly conscious
of its vain attempts to a
meaning
an divine lie my belief
comforting numbing brutal
excuse for the fiction of
being
a putrid bowl my soul
i endure the shameful deceit
of the unforgiven
sin
a consummating void my heart
i wait and tire
in the eternal
hope
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