this must be simply worship.
my low spirited guidance, withered away.
away, like the crippling winds in the late, but glistening autumn.
the shadow of your presence appears to be perfectly silhouetted with such gleam.
thus, making me quiver with fear.
I know not you shall cause me excruciating guilt.
for I am anguished.
distraught with contempt. For I no longer cease to breathe.
your touch still lingers on my broken body.
no I will not suffer anymore.
for I am shattered forever in this eternal slumber I call..
my life.
