A River darkened
I'm sick of being
the man I never was,
once upon a time
I could have been,
anything,
but closing my eyes,
the images gush thru
darken memory
I cannot rest.
I think sometimes,
it'll be best
to suicide.
I've tried
in the past
but I know,
I'll be reborn
back.
I will live on,
and past the fronts,
live in solitary
of humanity
in a darkened
and obsolete
old town.
I need
to be
anything
but
here.
I hate my venom,
it was building.
I need to let go...
A river flows,
so why can't I?
Live in solitary
left alone
in my thoughts
and relax
to nature.......
If I'm faced
to trial
why not
the maker?
I still can't
get those dark
of horrible
endless thoughts
to leave
as I
bathe
my sleeves
free will
is a disease
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