Darkest hour

Everything past keeps repeating

Through a window
Across the miles


What might have been?

Another failed attempt
Another empty broken self promise

Shall not
Will not fail to rise up

Haunting words inside a hollow head

Once again a dead-end path

Feeble fingers feeling a fading pulse

Darkest hour
Lowest point

Waiting for the Devil

Flood to a trickle…

Sliced wide open…

Almost empty now…

Sweet release…

All bled out….


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