Stagnation will murder
These coveted words
When the walls of my world
Endeavor, for the skies

I am destined to drown
In the noise of affection
Driven from myself
As a wavering shell

In the burst of cruel words
I’ll depart from my own
As I quietly shrink
And subside with ease

Remorseful and starved
And beloved
By all that I fear

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