they say only god knows, but a merciful god would tell mequestions of unspecified ethics
are consuming me
eating away at my bleak and rotten heartwhy can't i feel?
what's wrong with me?
and, perhaps most importantly
are you my punishment?i scream these questions out
over and over
louder and louderi yell and i cry and i curse
i curse until my throat is numb
i yell until my mouth is rotted
i cry until my eyes practically fall out of my skulli scream
and i scream
and i screamand when i finally stop
my vocal cords are stained black
rotting
disintegrating inside of me
allowing the outside
to once again match the inthe repetition
the begging
the earth shattering cries of a lost soul
it didn't work
it never dose anywayso i prey
i worship
i hope
i pleadyet God remains silent
mocking me
YOU ARE READING
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