When this downward spiral ends
I'll meet you
Too sick, too tired to walk, to pretend
That this is something worth to see till it mends
Not that this fabric wasn't doomed for torn
That gentle souls, calast hands, all make
For grief that will never be sewn
Shattered mind calm your broken spirit
Atleast thats what I would say if you could hear it
No ones' gaze can stand to behold
Not broken or mended but lost, or unwhole
The tattered remains of a once treasured soul
Bury my names, to decay and disappear
Shattered mind I'll meet you here
When this downward spirals meets with last coil
Broken spirit, you will, you will
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