Fate
Blood trickles into my eyesit stings to try and open
from below dead hands rise
tugging me down to feel their closeness
a bone chilling cold
on the fringes of my mind
my blackened, leaking, heart has told
any moment now i will die
pain prickling from fingers to toes
eyes STILL gruesomely closed
every acute sense no longer shows
fate from the day depression arose.
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