Decrepit
I reach, but there is nothing for my fingers to grasp…
I hope, but the angels threaten to bury my spirit
I pray, but find no solace in the words
Only the black and barren realm of oblivion await me
I cry, wonder how the wheels still turn
I fall, further and further
I am hurt, but will always carry on
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