they say only god knows, but a merciful god would tell me
questions of unspecified ethics
are consuming me
eating away at my bleak and rotten heart
why 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 louder
i 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 skull
i scream
and i scream
and i scream
and when i finally stop
my vocal cords are stained black
rotting
disintegrating inside of me
allowing the outside
to once again match the in
the repetition
the begging
the earth shattering cries of a lost soul
it didn't work
it never dose anyway
so i prey
i worship
i hope
i plead
yet God remains silent
mocking me
YOU ARE READING
ᴛʜᴇ ᴅɪꜱᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅɪᴇꜱ
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