These skeletal secrets
Consume through atrophy
A ricocheting heart
That disembarks passionless
Will inevitably decay
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Procreant my tears
Exceed generational hierarchy
I am less adept
At managing hunger
Starvation plays upon
My baser instincts,
It’s not simply somatic
The need for fulfillment
Occupies all indenture
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Closeted, the child within
Cowers in darkness
Beset by demonic shades
I know that denial alienates
Still, I drink
Of these familiar shadows
That I might become
A less visible target
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All my angels have fallen
Like discarded syringes
I hide them in plain sight
Oblivious to the enormity
Of my affliction
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Apathetic, this suicide
Languishes in my intestines
Any occasion could
Prove a trigger