This soul does not know what it tries to see
with spilled blood these eyes cracked and tore
Held by my self ne’er able to be free
due to my heart which is the callous core.
Deceptive as it moves my veins, so tame,
Tell me how, in this pain, I wait to bleed?
Come die, kill those dreams with treacherous shame
Ignore those hopes of my dangerous creed.
Drowning in my numb thoughts as I scream
I breath then call out but I am passed by
Missing, wishing for this my morbid dream
But when I reach my fantasy I cry.
Could it be what I desire and crave
will always be there to make me a slave?
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