Dice Man
Love thyself;
Such a small sentence
Yet it is often hard to do
Dicing with death
I fling myself into
The raging path of chance
I longingly hope for an end to the
Gnawing misery that is life
I want to feel free of all constraints
That hold my sanity
How eagerly I plot my downfall
I impatiently dream of
The happy cold embrace of stillness
I need to stop but
The world just rushes by
I feel always lost
I let fate decide how my day will end
I suffer from despair
As I can see no termination
Of this unending misery
I brood
And feel overwhelmed
With discontent
All I wish for is
An unhappy end
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