My Rotting Soul

My tears flow steady
My heart cries from dour emotion
My soul rots as my age grows
My beliefs are proven wrong

My soul rots,
My heart stops,
My eyes close,
Expel my memory
Unworthy of thought

Kill me, I beg
My cries unheard
My tears unseen
My rotting soul makes me feel alive

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