Despondency

Lord, do you hear me?

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Take me to the cosmos; celestial

My rearview is a road to oblivion

The blunt burns slowly; I’m on the edge

You’re watching me burn myself

My soul evaporates

And the incense of my heartache reaches the sky

God asks me why

Misha

Come to me instead

I try to run

Lord send your angels down, please

My wrists hurt

These ropes cling

This hope stings

They aren’t letting go of me

Lord

Tell them

To let go of me