warm rain has now forgotten to kiss my skin.
I am alone is a desert of my own design,
one created purely from all my sin.
snow drops have left me far behind.
I am scorched from my own means,
and the end didn't justify anything.
Autumn ends in my hearts demise.
I am naked in the spotlight,
among all the things i helped to kill.
Spring, the redeemer of the weak, knows me not.
I am left with no sunny days,
No comfort from all that has been my shame.
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