Breadcrumbs:
Reason
Yet another sonnet
One more push towards the loss of myself
One more slip of my converse-encased feet
One more weight added to the borderline
This rope to drag me down into defeat
Ghosts consume my strugg'ling mortality
Filling me with a perfect sense of peace
Shall I let them drag me down endlessly?
Perhaps if i would, I might find surcease
They're tearing out of my inner domain
The Spiders in my veins are fighting back
So anxious to escape they cause me pain
And now I feel my blood is running black
I close my eyes and make my final choice
As I fly o'er the edge, Spiders rejoice

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