Orphaned deeds
Now flood
The hull of my conscience
Storming the gash
As I topple over
Full with remorse
Hopelessly, Overrun
I reclaim the sorrows
I've spun and left for dead
In the bountiful silence
Where turmoil, hails supreme
Quietly listing
The dark is to loom
As a vise, crushing
From all around
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