New Lows

Lucifer Crucified

New Lows


Time don't heal these wounds
These scars that mar us serve as tombs
Mood swings round my neck
Anxiety latching at my breath
Choking on these words
Chipping away at regret
Wrists slit bonds left severed worn and untied
Snarling dogs writhe
Lucifer crucified

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