Emptiness

Slit my wrist with this pen,

Make my torture numbered with men.



Wake me with a blastphamous yell,

Christian law says I'm bound to Hell.



Empty my cavity of disappointment,

Give to the world, my compulsive ailment.



Broken down to the dust of my black soul,

Bring this emptiness, make me whole.

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i know stuff is spelled wrong,...

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