Each drop of sweat seeping from my pores is loosening my grip
I am loosing control
In truth I am falling
I am falling back into the hole that I just climbed out of
I am falling back into the criminal abyss
The handle bar to which I grasp is rusted
My emotional void is fading to black
This bedroom is my asylum
I do not want to leave
I awake to sunrise begging for it to set
In truth I am ready, I am ready to let go
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