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I swallow not
The things of life
Death flows through
My shattered veins

Old age
And lonliness
Heartbreak and regret
Cousins living
In the same place

I feed this blackness
My mind'e eye
Blinded
I can't comprehend
Lost without conclusion

What will become of me?
Will there be a memory?
Do people recall who I was?
Or will the dust be my own company?

Sigh and a breath
Deep scars and malcontent
In the end
Jesus was my only friend