There's a pit

Stretching from the ends of space

To the void in my heart


Infection ravenges flesh and bone alike

Black tar adheres itself to the muscular walls

Sweet breath polluted


Blood aches escape of

Veins of prison

Soul longing to soar

But damned by accusations of selfishness


Where is an escape?


If I steal my own last breath

I pray my soul go to Heaven

For my feet are planted in Hell.

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