i like to think of myself as stuck halfway between arrogance and cynicistic despair

...theres got to be at least one more left in me...


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seduced
broken, left buried
a shell
laid waste by disease
bitter and empty
last light flicks off
shadows are waiting
dawn feels too soft
spider like hands
embrace what is lost
a figure of teeth
the hunger of lost
shame reigns again
but for a spell
cotton eyed weary
the sun's sweet surrender
shallow lies in wait
a distant shore
his hands
my face
enclose
safe