Darkness

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  • Dedicated to Worn souls
                                    

I am nothing

I am nothing

I am nothing

Mother I am nothing

I stand breaking windows

It pushes me into the past

You echo through the house

I see you weeping

His drunk mind uncaring

You run

You run

You run

Why do you leave us

My hand flies through the window

Glass punctures skin

You run for me screaming

Kimmy hides under beds

I hate you

Mother I hate you

Mother I hate you

Mother I hate you

Hate you for leaving me

I watch the blood pool

Are you watching

Watching through the holes in heaven

How do I live

live without you

How

How

How

The holes hurt me

I am worn

I am worn

I am worn

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