i wake up with a thirst for an old feud,
old lies by the end.
i scar myself like a map, each contour unending.
lines worn deep, fire and peat in the dark.
i never found lights comforting, nothing there.
pale in the glare.
rot, repeat, a cursed fucking life.
and so i sink back in the dark,
the earth draws me to its womb.
the drink and the axe.
creased and depraved,
appraise your fucking life then throw it away.
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