As I inhale deeply, I begin to let go all my inhibitions. My exhaustion begins to contort within itself, mangling, wrestling, and becoming more and more unforgivable.
I allow my own awareness to surround myself in equality. I am without denial, I am without fault, but you, you are relieving me of all purity. My selfish task of annihilating your infatuation with me become hostile and I am left weak.
You wreak of soiled linens.
Your expression leaves me blank.
But most of all, you are the one at fault and have failed me.
Lord provide me with the strength to battle ten men. Grace me with the ability to again feel. Grant me without sin and leave my immortality sacred. And if you Lord, again do not wake
I will become his host no more.
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