i'm sorry, you're too late.

i kneel on the concrete, sharp as glass

i cant fathom a feeling anymore

my body hurts, i cant see grass

so long ive been running for

my hand in front of me disappears

the fog consumes me as a whole

on all fours begging please

to not travel any longer, just to go home

the dew of the fog eats away at a beautiful girl

the deer trip over the bodies of whores

the broken skyline makes me hurl

and the soul of myself leaves me, needing to feel more

i see my corpse as im dragged down

the firey hands burn my ankles

my porcelain skin cracks, heat melts me to a crisp, black and brown

burned to ash, in the flames of many angles 

my corpse sheds a new skin

as i see me, in a coffin, front and center

at the funeral, people view me, mainly my kin

as im buried, six feet to the earth i enter

im sorry mom for not coming home

im sorry dad for being out too late

im sorry friends for dying due to dew and thoughts of my dome

and im sorry reader, y̵̮͑o̴͇̒u̴̟͐'̸̗̑ŕ̸̦ę̵̇ ̴̬̉ẗ̸͖́ơ̴̧ȍ̶̦ ̵̖̔l̸͚̓a̸̟̅t̷̟̄ẻ̵̯

y̴̝̯̏̂o̸̭̺͌u̴̪͖̇'̸̡̭͆̆r̷̤͋e̷͔̓ ̶̤͆̈́t̴̢̎͝o̴̹̰̓̓o̶̪̣̾̚ ̷̪̿̓l̴͉͐a̶̟̯͂̉t̶̼̐é̷͉͝

y̷͈͗̈́o̸̺͐͑ͅṷ̶̋͘'̶̯́̊r̴̹̒e̸̯̐̔ ̸̢̧̆͝t̶̰̋o̶̯̒ô̸̰ ̴̬̰̿l̷̛̪̓a̸̻̓t̶̳̓̓e̷͇͑̔

ŷ̶͉͓͛o̸̡̲͖̘̯͈̪͍̍̀̃͛͌̕̚ů̸̄͜'̶̞̱͙͍̤̀̇̌͒̈́͒̆͘͘ͅr̴̢͇̝͍̩̦͉̜̙̪̺̀ͅȩ̷͙̱̩͖͍̋͊̆̿̄̿̾̔̉̎͘͝ ̸̢̲̬̻͚̘̞͇͉̻́͒̂̈́͛͆͑͑̿̓͗ͅt̶͙̬̼͇̤̐̐̒͆͒̕ơ̵̘̻̊̊̀̆̅̎̾̚͝ó̷̞̝̩̤̻ ̵̱͕͇̜̓̋l̷̮̮̲̥͔̝̋̾̓͝a̴̧͍̝̼̠̩̙̙͚͔͎̿͑͆̓̽̔̉̓̓͘͝t̶̟̥̖̠̼͍̥̭́̔̐̒̅͆̈̚͘͠e̵̩̙̽͒̇̈́̀͆̎̎̎

y̴̛̛̝̖̙̭̯͉̹̒͆̒̀̊͋̓͂̅͌͂̇̓̌̈́̃̚o̵͔̖̠̐̿̅̾̅̐͗͘͠u̷̱͙͚̟̼͖̯͈̗͙̪͚͙̦͎͙͕̟̤͓̱̮̗̬͔̿̈́͗̾̐̌̑̄͂͌̔́̑̇̆́̏̔̌̀̈́͋͋̍̋̆̚͝͝'̴̨͔̹̩̠̜͓̬̗͚͓̫̜̯̯̤̘̞̀̑̋̓͆̀͂́͗̓̊́́̒͒̂̿̂͑̃̚͘̚͘͜͠r̸̪͛̎̈͋̓͑̈́̈́̒͗e̸̡̡̧̡̖̳̞̰̝͈̬̬̦̞̱̣̤̰̥̲̹͍̩̤̻̦͌̎͒̊͒̎̽͋̋̆̾̽̍̍͝ ̵̛͉̮̈̆̇̒̓̕̚͝͝ţ̵̨̛̟͎̲͔̯̝̠̺͉̣͍͈̳̘̤̪̰̳̠̽͒͊͊̈͒̈́͊́̽̓͑̄͑̏͛̈́̊̏͘͝͠͠ͅo̵̗͉͖͇̰̻̫̺͚̲̘͉͓͓̹̹͉̟̗͋̈́̆͂̌̃̾̔̑̑͛͋̂̀̋̇̕ỏ̴͚̤̰͔͗͗̍̀̿̌̇͗͂̀̈́͝ ̶̝̰̝̩̈́̾͜l̸̢̧̛̟̬̲͚͔̤͎̰̲̯̦̗̫̈̌̈́̄̈́̒̐͆̍͆̈́̎̊̏͊͌̚ȧ̵̡̟̗̣̰̪̠̀̓̔͋͒̌̅̌͑̃̌̚͘ț̶͖͈̖͚͗͌͐̄͂̊͝ë̵̻̯́͊͋̾

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