Falling softly
Falling hard
Falling towards
nothing
Falling into
disregard
Whispering
of words
Empty looks
Whispering of
silence
Eyes dig in
like hooks
Pass over me
Pass your goal
I am your
meal
You feed
from my soul
Hunger drives
The nothing
Stapled
within
A body deprived
Twisted with
sin
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