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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