Why do i deserve this?
What do i remain here for?
For you? for my life?
Don't let me fall into the abyss
Dolorous rush
Until i rue
Standing in front of the desolation
With hands trembling
I am crushing the towers
Lamentations sting my eyes freely
Life alike to canvas; yearning for paint
But slowly being smothered by grey
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