XIX. Vessel
Brother;
I think I need help.
The shades of black
Eating all I have left.
Mind is fading...
No more will
To move forward.
No more voice to cry
Suffering.
Vessel for the dark—
Sacrifices meaningless.
Can't hold it in anymore,
Please
Kill me.
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