Dying Inside
It started out when I was young
And slowly took its toll.
Like a cancer it began
The necrosis of my soul.
All feelings of compassion killed
By bitterness and hate.
My capacity to love
Was rendered insensate.
Truth and honesty don’t exist.
They’ve simply eroded away.
All that’s left now is a void
And the putrid stench of decay.
My soul’s dead. My body lives.
But neither one can rest in peace.
No quiescence can be found.
The torment simply will not cease.
The necrosis of my soul
Has made my life so depraved
That I can’t wait to join it
In some ignominious grave.
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