Buried alive in a tomb,
Wreaking havoc on my mother’s womb,
Stiffened by emotion and a dwindling spirit,
Screaming my lungs exhausted with no one to hear it,
Self pity and inexhaustible shame,
Dare I utter mine own name?
Alive, Alive is but a word,
Uttered in a tomb, its echoing laugh is absurd,
My perspectives have darken, my outlook bleak,
My tongue grows...
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