Trapped in the gloaming
Wishing for a new day
Knowing only night.
I eat my sin, regurgitate it, and eat it again.
Your most perfect shadow
Poisons all it touches,
A black mirror sown into my skin,
It burns at the frays
With blackened tips
I greet the world
The grate fake.
Broken spinning wheel,
Its magic spent
An empty house collapses
Leaving only graveyards in its wake.
A cold bed worse than the tomb
Sickens the mind,
No doors only broken windows.
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