falling from a place of grace
the closest hold just out of reach
visions of a better time haunt my sleep
these tired hands are far too weak
to save this mass of flesh and guilt
boundaries of existence have faded away
suspended in between dimensions
transformation incomplete
my soul has died and hollowed
killed a lamb to save tomorrow
my silence is surrender
i fill the void with sadness
for pain is greater than absence
i'm tired of trying
i am not afraid to face the endless nothing
but i'm terrified that i cant change
what i'm becoming
i cant change what i've become

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