FEAR

As silent as mist
It rises
Amidst the Guilt
It prices
Remorse and Vices
It sizes
Slashing the Gist
In slices

Accursed by the Script
It hisses
Forgone is the Esprit
Who Kisses

Subverting the Gifts
Eclipsing what Lifts
Benumbing the Bliss

Routing the Soul

…Adrift

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