Forged In Gold
Alone in this dark room of solitude,
My breathe, I held as if today will be my last,
I watched the death of an inspired ray in my eyes,
And the birth of the pang killing me from inside;
An utter depression of my soul.
Expectation darkened into anxiety,
The fathomless depths of suffering held me in a vice,
There is no ichors left in my veins anymore,
And no rivers of tears left to shed.
Dawn had broken,
I’m just dark with unutterable sorrows.
I’m shrieking in a broken and feeble voice,
My sins and seaminess bleeding visibly,
Pleading with dead eyes and sepulchered desire,
Filled to the brim with emptiness and fundamental nothingness;
Hoping for someone to save me from this bottomless perdition.
The other day I smiled, the universe smiled with me,
Today, I’m kicking the bucket, and I’m kicking it alone,
Tomorrow, I will display enormous greatness, power and vitality,
I can’t be doomed by mephistophelian fate, not any more,
I’m done treading on the narrow aisles of pain with no gain,
Because my mind is made of steel and forged in gold.
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