It in this new low point
This valley of sanity
Dripping profusely
With the fragile scent
Of post feminine scarring
That I find that
I have nothing left
Nothing worth fighting for
Or even moving slightly
All I have is time
To sit and perspire
This sickness from my
Already morphing skin
Waiting for a new hope
Patient but anxious
The drive is gone
Mortified of showing its face
Excommunicated from thought
But rebelling in small numbers
The sickness takes over
And crushes all
Proving no cure true
My dreams absurd
Fatality of reality
Sticking to malleability
And calamity of truth
That I pass no inspections
I wonder
If for just once
That I have a day
Where I feel no pain
No wrong passed my way
And wonder also
If someone can love me
Give me all I need
Nurse me back to health
And embrace the entirety
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