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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 28, 2018

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Submitted: July 28, 2018



Do I have a will with my humanity lost

If spirits exist I know mine has been tossed

It's like walking down a cursed hall

All the doors you left open are suddenly shut

And you're being pulled

Not possessed but robbed of your own body

To see through the eyes of the beast

Who's looking at you

Looking like you

I've failed to make the connections

Of pleasure's cost

Why the clouds occasionally stop

Where the moon to guide me was

Sunset eyes, unremarkable

Buzzing like wasps

Moths trapped, idle

It's always been a coin toss

Not sure if I'm willing to watch it drop

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