A few lines composed very rashly but emotionally.
Strange ominous shapes cascade through my vision
My life is a fragile vessel, filled to the brim-
Punctured with hideous thoughts and recollections.
The slightest prick has burst the bubble of emotions.
The oozing liquid spells out "CATASTROPHE".
The claws of frustration viciously scar my conscience.
I try to sleep; the searing pain slice my head.
Drops of water feel like paradise in my parched throat.
Memories come to me, about what I committed: A sin.
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