under the shadows of lonliness lays a body battered and bruised from the battles with himself
a boy murdered in his sleep in his youth
never knowing warmth or comfort only bitterness and sorrow
plagued with a life without love
dying to the expections of those around him and confused by those close to him
wandering this existance in a jaded state of mind
numb to troubles and a friend to sorrows
he drowns in emotions and suffocates in feelings
intoxicated by a miasma of suffering
drunk in the lacking of grandeur
death sets upon him with a shroud of black
life is but a wisp in the wind
the embrace of death and darkness sounds so sweet to his ears
fading is he...............
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trying to explain the mystery which enthralls us sensitive souls.... love
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