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Hmmm, I wonder

I bathed in ink from the words of the holy book
I begged at the waist of God.
Accentuating pain, every night
With a desperate plead,
still my physical vessel felt invisible in plain sight.
I will do anything to stop the guzzling hole in my heart from overtaking my soul.
I am literally living on the edge
not the edge of excitement,
the edge of a ledge
2 inches away from falling off.
Would they scream my name?
If I were dead and gone,
Would they sing about me?