Circling in my existence 

I have died some thousand deaths and exist only in the air I breathe out of my corpse. I know my  journey by heart now, it is always alone, with soft steps that run out when I arrive at the empty house in which the people of the light once believed in, then there I lay myself on the earth floor and weep until my eyes bleed and the carrion eaters circle.

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