Too Late to Save My Soul
I am ruined to be extinct

Too Late to Save My Soul
The night found me before the dawn
its hands colder than I remembered
pulling me into corners of myself
I had left locked for years
The things I had done walked beside me
their shapes too clear in the dark
each one whispering the same truth
you have run out of roads
I thought there would be a moment
a last turning before the drop
a chance to speak or beg or fight
but silence came first and stayed
Now I move where the air is thin
where prayers sink instead of rise
and the only light is far behind
in a place I can no longer reach

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Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.
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