I leave clues; insight to the state of my internal decay.
Ebbing and flowing between the truth and secrecy,
Always inviting, never sought after.
Like a machine,
The external persists while the internal rots.
Trapped within a frame; molding and fungal.
Spores seep, carried by weak words and anxious actions,
But create no new hosts.
Thoughts; not to spread or infect,
But pinging into the empty expanse.
Hoping to be heard by ears willing to listen,
Willing to resuscitate.
Damaged and broken controls,
Repetition leading to destruction.
A glance; the crying and screaming of words I could never speak.
To fall only on deaf ears.
Begging for hope, forgiveness, redemption,
Met with abandonment and torment.
Release me from the hive,
Prevent imminent destruction.
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