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Corpses

My soul screams from the empty walls of my heart
But my lips are stitched shut
And strength is... hard to come by
When your spirit has been torn
Ripped apart by the long-fingered hands of grief

Tears have escaped me
Water is pure
It runs from the tainted presence
Held within this rotting body

I am dying from within
Maggots of solitude
Feeding on the festering depression

Raw at the edges

Put me back together
I'm at the brink
A Frankenstein existence
Is prayed for

Just release me from this entrapment
Within the corpse that moves

I am a zombie

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