But feel none
In my soul,
How am I supposed
To love
When I cannot even
Love myself?
I am lost within the
Boundaries of my being,
Trapped within
A body so desolate
It even shows
On my skin.
I have no soul
To be released
Once this decaying
Body rots seven feet under;
I have no purpose,
No point,
All truth I know is Morbid.
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