They say the devil’s
They say the devil’s teardrops
Are made of fire
Mine too, are
Burning holes into my cheeks and
Singeing my collar bone
They cry out to me;
Am I dead
Yet
And out of the silence
Comes a single sigh
And that is my very
Existence
And I wonder
What is the meaning
Of nothingness
Because I have convinced myself
That is what I am
Yet all around me
There is life and death and
Everything I could wish for and
Everything I could dread and
I am utterly
Afraid to live
But not
To die
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