Potential

there's a void in the sky 
that cradles my heart
a sumptuous evil
engrossing in part

a decennary past and it truly worsened
a decennary past and I found a wayward path

there's a void in the sky
that's only whole when
I'm swallowed by sickness
left hollow yet zen

a decennary past and it truly worsened
a decennary past and I found a wayward path

there's a void in the sky
that differs from me 
found glory in loving
who I have to be

The End

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