I exist in a simple spiral.
A broken note of ostinato.
My essence has left me.
Warmth has left my soul.
Patched by silent grief.
My conscience is dead.
Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?
Dear God, why have you forsaken me?
Did I summon your wrath?
I am so sorry!
Please do forgive me!
I cannot function without your love.
This spiral's not worth
Falling away from you.
YOU ARE READING
𝔏𝔦𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 | ✔
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