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i keep feeling
wishing hoping
praying

if only
if only
there was something that i
want

but to me
it is all
worthless
nothing draws me
nothing compels me

all i want
is to want something
anything

that i may
garner some purpose
some direction

but
instead
i
waste
here
there
where matters not

for it is my soul
that festers

and with that
my loves
i
go

sweet dreams
and
slumbered screams

of skeletons and
monsters

await

calling me

calling me

ever so
tenderly
to lie in their
cracked and jagged
fingers

to sleep
perchance to dream
of the lost faces
in my soul