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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Taste remorse bleeding from my lips, Feel the pain of my dreams unleashed. Shooting stars struggle to eclipse One last flash of a perfect wish. Make the way with me, Help my spirit flee, Set my soul free, It is smothered. Let me find my place In this tempting haze, In the night's embrace, I am bothered. Hear the sounds, deafened sounds Of reveries' lullabies, As I reach spaceless bounds Of welcoming purple skies. Yes, I live just this way, But it's an illusion, fake, And I curse the damned day That finds me to wake me. Trapped by the truth, I curse its majesty, Dreams of my youth Lose sense of gravity. I'm not sane, not mad, Not alive, not dead, Shades of past regret Haunt me farther. I am straying blind With my truth denied On the other side From the others. Hear muffled sounds, deafened sounds Of reveries' lullabies, As I reach spaceless bounds Of welcoming purple skies. Yes, I live just this way, But it's an illusion, fake, And I curse the damned day That finds me to wake me. Quelling silent screams, All alone, Listing paper dreams On my own, I am sick of this Absurdism, what's the way it is? Escapism! Dreams are all shattered, What could be worse? Doom of the life in fetter, Filled with the same remorse. Fight or surrender? Shield or defender? I'm helpless at anything. Thoughts of despair Twirl in the air. I'm losing my everything. Hear muffled sounds, deafened sounds Of reveries' lullabies, As I reach spaceless bounds Of welcoming purple skies. Yes, I live just this way, But it's an illusion, fake, And I curse the damned day That finds me to wake me.
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