Whispers of faith tip toe on ear lobes
Empty prayers
Submerged
Into my darkest thoughts
And the echoes of mortality
Staring back at
The beast within,
It rages,
Brewing in cauldrons of ache
Feeding on Karma's inability to reciprocate.
It growls inside
As my heart grows murky
And compassion suffocates aloud.
I feel it scratch at my smile
Joy leaks out,
And it shows it's teeth
Enticed by empty shadows
The beauty of sun down;
Painted skylines
That eventually weep in darkness,
Or my soul, subtle differences
Horizon's of suicide and overcoming
Surgical smiles
Attached to undisclosed fears
Inhaled by Hell's throne
I sit atop of
Recalculating directions.
Estimated time of arrival,
Death;
The rebirth of myself
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