Overgrown
By thick thorny vines
Blood leaks forth
My essence
My purpose for being here
Lost to the darkness
My path blocked
Forward movement stopped
A dead end
Life, standstill
My soul is shriveled and dry
Promises betrayed
I will sit
And wither away
Empty husk
Bloodless soul
Stripped by our love's deadly thorns
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