A weak sun drops palely to the ground
Upon this shattered ashes - This is my last attempt
I am done, undone, gone
Burn it down, burn me down
nothing shall be left of me
but this empty sense
Besieged am I in my futile denial
O so woefully refined ... my animal fear.
An empty shroud - unveiled, an empty, me -
To lift me, to bear the weight of light - surpasses my failiure
Confined in a web of holy words
discolored and absorbed my very breath.
On shattered knees imploring - an empty me -
To lift me, to bear the weight of your words, is to fail
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