Sleep Diction

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I will pay for what I have done.
Pay dearly.
Dearly beloved ones who I have slain.
I will pay.
Pain
Confusion
Lies
Heartbreaks
Bad decisions.
But I accept the sludge that was crafted by my hands.
Sulking. Skull hung to shoulders.
Broken anatomy.
While advertising the sins that bound me.
Fear not.
For I am human.
I knew naught of the complete destruction, that I so eagerly signed up for.
Possibly desperation, fear of failure.
Flail limbs, I carry the weight of previous decisions.
They have returned for blood.
I've decided to take my contract to my grave.
Extensions of myself, can be found amongst the minuscule mass of single digit prospects, of whom which I presented myself in a manner not common of my nature.
Regret.
I do not possess the proper paperwork for those actions.
So in turn.
It seems that, my greatest weakness will now become an object of entertainment.
The courts approve.
I am simply the jester at the ball.
Only for laughter.
My purpose?
Possibly a rouse to have me sink further into the depths, that have claimed my body through slave trade.
Chained. I am.
These chains remind me of the debt I must pay.
Pay I shall.