December

A silence is consuming

All the screams that surround

There's a tattered voice

That won't leave the ground

Nothing will help this

I've forgotten who I am

A hopeless creation that fell from gods hands

Desperate for answers

These questions choke

Gasping for air

At the end of my rope

Nothing will help this

I've butchered who I am

A helpless creation has fell from my hands

Strike me down, I pray that you can

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