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I walk death row for selfish seeds sown,
Buried in the graves my memories own.
Growing from starched stone, vicious vine cripples bone after bone.
A passing look at this life leads me to believe, that a legacy of love lost is the one I leave.
In late night hour, I grieve.
In hateful cowardice, I conceive.
In bellowing darkness, I'm suffocating.
I am terrified.
Not of an unnoticed existence,
But of existing unloved.
And, I am terrified.
Not of unrequited affection,
But of absent atonement.
I'm reaching, from sinking solitude, I reach.
Lungs collapsing, mire confiscates a...
