Death To Me Is Accepted.
Thermal loss from frost accumulation,
Internal gloss strums across your frame,
Your frazzled brain lets in strains on humiliation.
You drop temptation all the while stains of pain.
Life stays the same and the mental game of gain is lost,
Forever tossed in normal fixation,
Forced upon renovation of the brain caused my cross.
Endeavor glossed for formal dictation.
Your cubicle is decorated and you know your still stuck,
Ill kill before the thrill of life is distant,
Its crucial to stay obligated when deaths abrupt.
Death to me is accepted and i stay indifferent.
My history is dead yet here i am
The light in the world seems to be broken
Condensation decays and i drowned where i stand
How long will the door of life stay open?
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