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[shroudedinveils]

There’s nowhere to run
From myself in my head
I’ve spun the last
Of my needle and thread.
Thoughts are dwindling
And I’ve lost my bed.
Memory of the time when
I tried, and occurrences
Where I’ve died
Inside, I forget
What I’ve even said.

Tomorrow will I lay dead?
Longing to disappear like smoke,
Done with this journey of destruction
I’ve lead.
I’m leaping six feet under,
And I’ve lost my thunder.
I’ve read where fairies weave wishes
Where we’ve wed.
But in that instance I turned my head.
I feel this hunger has already been fed.
I feel no longer, instead I dread.

Not looking forward to,
There’s only so much that I can do.
I’ve got nothing left,
My brain is through.
My body is tired,
My heart has flown away from truth.