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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Life, are you a blessing or a punishment? I'm trying to understand how I'm a slave to the sculpted version of me. A prisoner without chains, upon a path forged with my own hands, feeling lifeless, drained from premeditated premonitions. I'm burning like a caliginous candle, melting in waxing weepings - fatigued from flames of rage and regret. In this sable epoch, I'm unable to master my mind, as bitter temperatures trigger tenebrous tones, I tremble, feeling tremors from corrosive cysts. Birds remain mute on somber mornings. When did I become their nemesis? I've stopped searching for sunshine from absent friends, or explaining to impatient selfish souls, too consumed in their internal thoughts. Maybe the problem is my restless existence, not in their lack of empathy. I've always been sober to sorrow, but I hunger to drink myself to death. Irritated by smiling, I'm slowly suffocating, losing all desire for me to breathe - unable to escape the angst of air. My eyes are like tender lanterns, guiding with damp cautious flickers, craving crepuscule hues, but all I see is a solemn moon, wrapped in a blank black hoodie. My cathartic conscience feels unconscious, defeated from colourless pastels. Feeling dejected and dreary, drenched from misty icy rain, I walk towards a ghostly passage of muted feet, searching for shelter in my clandestine cave. I awoke hoping for a gold and copper dawn, but only lethargic gloom greeted my spirit. As I tumble like leaves blowing in the breeze, I return to nothingness, haunted by wraiths at dusk.
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