For I lay my life as a toast,
to a deep deathful slumber.
For no passion ignites my heart,
and no art seem worthwhile.
For no dream seem worth chasing,
and no beauty well defined.
As I stood to take a step,
Darkness swept and life drained out
I felt afraid for my life.
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All along the gruesome veil of darkness in night, a frustrated agony engulfs my soul. With great conflicts thing get out of proportion.
By God,who wants this?
A restlessness rips through the heart at stake,the loneliness kills,who thought the lovely pink roses would wilt so early.The color of the leaves is orange,yellow and black.
Burned ambitions and aspirations have a darkened shadow, more than the shadow is due to show.