I want to leave it all behind,
and bound forward
with a spring in my step,
let it fade to a foggy mirage,
that's lost its edge
But it's a burden with chains that
only grows,
gripping me-
like a ghoulish shadow.
It's formed my cast,
let putrid beasts creep,
and fester-
in those pure realms
where spirit dwells and flows
The blood has bled,
and seeped
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