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i spent currency my soul does not possess,
bankrupting myself in all manner of ways
giving something only to receive debt in return.
this world was fashioned for martyrs
it was created for the wounded to sing
glory, hallelujah
upon the altar mounted for them.

nails dug into the ground,
i formed trenches with my fingertips
trying to crawl out of the grave i dug.
the rain beating down on me,
mud-stained clothing and shoes with
not enough traction to scale the six-foot deep walls,
i slid and fell atop my coffin again.

perhaps i should just lie here.

the sky is peaceful from the belly of the earth.
the stillness reaches me like the whisper of death
upon the doorstep of the wicked
and i am inclined to watch the sunrise at last
in all its brilliant hues of pastel happiness,
that detachment i possess to the light becoming an
all-consuming fire, igniting my soul.

a funeral pyre; from ashes to ashes.
we all fall down.

i dug the hole too deep and the earth
swallowed me whole; it consumed me until
there was nothing left of me to offer.
just the debt left behind
of spending currency my soul did not possess
attempting to find an exit
from the chill of solitary.

Description
i spent currency my soul does not possess,
bankrupting myself in all manner of ways
giving something only to receive debt in return.
this world was fashioned for martyrs
it was created for the wounded to sing
glory, hallelujah
upon the altar mounted for them.

nails dug into the ground,
i formed trenches with my fingertips
trying to crawl out of the grave i dug.
the rain beating down on me,
mud-stained clothing and shoes with
not enough traction to scale the six-foot deep walls,
i slid and fell atop my coffin again.

perhaps i should just lie here.

the sky is peaceful from the belly of the earth.
the stillness reaches me like the whisper of death
upon the doorstep of the wicked
and i am inclined to watch the sunrise at last
in all its brilliant hues of pastel happiness,
that detachment i possess to the light becoming an
all-consuming fire, igniting my soul.

a funeral pyre; from ashes to ashes.
we all fall down.

i dug the hole too deep and the earth
swallowed me whole; it consumed me until
there was nothing left of me to offer.
just the debt left behind
of spending currency my soul did not possess
attempting to find an exit
from the chill of solitary.