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Oct 2021
A black sick wraith,

Dissolving faith,

Haunts my mind,

As it decides,

How dark today shall be for me,



Endless is this misery,

Constant curses whispering,

Through my broke and tortured being,

Flows this Hell that no ones seeing,

Now silently the grave I crave,



Foulness may corrode beliefs,

As inside I fight for peace,

But my dreams shall not be burned,

Drowning in this agony I've learned,

If today I breathe I still believe,



And all my demons trapped within?

We shall rot together in the end.
Edward Schall
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Edward Schall  31/M/WV
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