Flying

Alone in the air
Suspended here
Hovering, nowhere
My life is so clear.

I can\'t go forwards
Nor yet, back
I must steer towards
The lightening crack.

Save me from myself
My body is self destructive
This year will be the twelth
Since I ceased to live.

Here in Purgatory
They play out evil stories
Mine used to be my favourite thing,
Cutting deep into my skin.

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