What Have I Become?

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a venomous construct of pure vile
    that rushes through ones veins
rotting its insides over again
    with helpless desire to become clean

disintegrating slowly
the soul will float in the abyss
    of never ending queries
    until nothingness becomes you

light has been forgotten
    for living in a cave
thousands of years staring
    only to become your own slave

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