Decaying Windows Within My Eye Holes

 It grows,

the wickedness,

outside my door,

like a weed,

so many times I’ve tried to kill it,

but every time it comes back,



taking more and more,

strangling the light,

I’ve tried so many times to kill it,

this self contrived suicide,

but you can’t kill,

what was never alive.

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