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Broken walls opened new gateways I painted myself into a corner Wrapped myself with cords to tight to loose I wore the mask of sickness and gore I had no voice to pleed no thought of implore I started drowning on the air that I had been gifted with The song of death hung close to my soul slowly pulling me to its dark fate I sunk lower and deeper a Hypothetical and literal nightmare to black to understand and to painful to withstand But as it always does a hand broke the chains that once held their spell apon my imperfect body It grasped me with uncomprehensible power a light to vibrant for my brain to handle and my body to manage I was changed, shedding my scars and crimson sin to a rebirth into a path that I felt I didn't deserve Written by Elijah Schmidt Art from pinterest