Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 83

Stuck in my abyss
This world's distorted
The colors chill
To an icy black

Vital organs implode
My liver burns
And stomach churns
It's this pain we can't


Release me from my cell!
Keep from holding hell!
Deadly done blood runs!
Explosion and erosion
This is my final nerve!


I need
To be
I want
To be


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