My flesh is rotting
My soul is a corpse
I am journeying
Six feet under
All these tepid
Thoughts and emotions
Are speeding me along
This voice within
Is without a cause
Defeated of purpose
I am sinking
Into this morbid
Consuming whirlpool
I have no saving grace
No driftwood to hold onto
Somewhere, somehow
There is that promised
Peace or an end
To this carnage
Will no one heed
My silent screams?
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