I found him shak(en)ing on his knees
sunken cheeks
& hollowed
paying homage to false gods
with blind eyes too tired to see the light
sometimes when its all so black
& the want turns to need
we bow to the idea of becoming a lesser man
a selfish man
formless
& drug stitched
these days self loathing comes in pill form
& you can snort enough to make the most vengeful demons seem like friends
heart in hand
barely breathing
this was where I left him..
under sorrow's broken bones
& battered flesh
fading to gray
& stripped of soul
....these chapters need rewritten
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