I have nothing
In this world so strange to me.
The agonised heart is
Strangled by strings of despair
Rising from the dark soul
Within.

You yearn for light,
I run from it to darkness
Seeking solace when I can't see
In the pits of gloom, my serenity.

Take it slow, life leaves my cage.
It's the flight of birds,
Birds of prey.
I embrace death with open arms while
The reaper stares into my eyes staring back into his.

Praise the Lord for an earthly existence.
Hail the devil for the afterlife.

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