My head drowns to my own tears,
My shadow fades in darkness of mind,
seeking for an answer which I cant find,
embedded on my heart is failure,
fallen again even though I endure,
suffering from broken dreams in stress,
I surrender to this worlds cruel unfairness,
like death I cry and mourn,
with candles from which I forlorn.
Burning candle fire charades,
smokes my life into death parades.
I dwell deep within myself,
now a victim of my own denial,
knowing something I haven't felt,
mind full of misery in trial.
lost within my own doubts,
my heart screams as it shouts,
someone to show my identity,
to take me away from my misery.









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\"There is a time to stop reading, there is a time to STOP trying to WRITE, there is a time to kick the whole bloated sensation of ART out on its whore-ass. -Charles Bukowski.
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