30 pieces

These pangs of despair,
Coins of anxiety.
How many sips
Of sobriety
‘Fore my soul declare-
This is enough.
You’ve had enough!

Thirty pieces deep.
Cut by the void in me.
As I hurl insecurities
At the world.

This hopeless affair,
Pieces of impurity.
Trickling blood of
My insecurity,
makes me solitaire.
This is enough.
I’ve had enough.

Thirty pieces deep.
Cut by the void in me.
I feel but obscurities
In my soul.

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