the precipice from four deaths by Everson Poe

at the edge of the precipice
at the threshold i’ve stood once before
i am my own nemesis
i’m the wolf at the door
oh my shame

stake the claim
dig into flesh with my hands
i’ll excise the lie
stretch the skin
gangrenous, rotting within
i will never be clean
break the bones
finding the sculpture in stone
no matter the cost
birth from death
sacrifice all that i have
i will never be free

take this pain
what is left?
light the flame
burn the rest

why must i hide
death in my eyes?
why does the truth
feel like a lie?

bring your dead
heed the call
on my shame
we will fall

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