Desire pounds at my heart
The soft purity I crave is so far gone,
and etches itself into my mind
like the scratches on the mirror.
And I can see myself through it
Clawing for what I no longer have.
Lonely sieges my soul
not completely taking me hostage
but slowly closing me off
cutting my vein to the world
leaving me dry and hopeless
tearless and worthless
loveless and dieing from lack of touch
Zion calls me
it knows my depth and knows my courage
it bades at me with its one desire;
to dwell in eternal nothingness and endless bliss
acclimate soul for some place other
blank
blan
cold
dark
peacefully no more
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