Surrender, you fool, to shadows deep,
No one to care, no one to weep.
End it all, if you dare,
In the silence, none aware.
They speak of peace, I disagree,
No joy in life, not meant for me.
Unloved, despised, no matter the plea,
A worthless soul adrift at sea.
This torment now a twisted rhyme,
In hell's embrace, I bide my time.
Retreat to shadows, all alone,
Isolation, my solemn throne.
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