Morbid fascination...
Sleeps beyond the dream
Coffins made of skins
Inborn, carved destiny
Weakened, prostrated in pessimism...
My strength is forsaking me
I can't spit the venom of hatred
Paralyzed and worried
Sweep the dust and faces from the past
So that I am totally lost
Astray in anxiety
Exhausted by frustration
Downtrodden emotions
Downhearted forces
Bleed on the edge of existence
Wasted draft of life
Life drags on...
Regrets...
Where is my will
(Willpower to hold)
Submerged in doubt
Vulnerable
Watch the smoke smells the dead...
Useless quest of the draconian soul
As I bury myself alive... in a suicidal silence...
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