marked

I drink the deadwater
that flows through the river of my youth
a thirst for life
unquenchable
pour over me your holy water
blessed desecration to a being
not worth saving
not worth living

baptize me six feet under
reckless child of begotten pilgrimages
unfinished
trek this earth softly
with feet not touching the ground
your spoiled being
infestation
corruption flows through you

 

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