Abyss in the closet.

Resident in my closet is a grim darkness, a story I can freely share at the roller's table,
With bits and parts that ponder gentle thought to wonder if I am truly stable,
But fret not of my lonesome chatter, for it is all that makes me human and able.

A troubled past only reveals a bitter truth that lingers deep within,
With trials so dire that make any gentle soul sour than any brewed Jin,
So Jah rest assured my prosperity, to harness this divine gift bestowed upon me through his Heavenly Kin.

The dark and empty abyss grows ever large with each setting bright moon,
I gaze upon my sandy hour glass of time coursing like a sandy dune,
A cascading river of blood, sweat and ash only keep my yearning heart in tune,
Forever stuck in thy own story seeking a peaceful end, my broken spirit patiently awaits the inevitable prune.

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