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Piles Of Ash

Tethered
To this tortured soul
Tuned
To morose feelings

Existence
Merely breathes
Burning a hole
In my heart

The unrest of yesterday
Still scratches
At my heels
With every attempt to sleep

Death hangs heavy
Over my shadow
As I lay here
A stagnant corpse

Weary so weary
Of poisonous thoughts
Burning my sanity
Into neat piles of ash
Written by AspergerPoet56
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