Most Low - Lowest Point

Trepidation

I can feel every ounce of my bones whither away from the things that I've known

Screaming as I drown
Beneath myself made hell
Agony bubbles up at the surface
Gasping for air reaching for the answers

Never found
Lying at the bottom of this rotting world
Never known
Dying dreams die in this hole

Gasping
Hopeless
Body
Trembles

Rotting
Miserable
In the world of the unknown

I can feel every ounce of my soul whither away from the things I now know

Trepidation of the truth
Now you see the esoteric nature of your suffering
No one really cares as long as you die

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Writer(s): Evan Carroll
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