Lost Soul
Dreams held captive
Bring fourth thoughts I seldomly reveal
Walk, think, live and soon I shall expire
Similar to love
Deeper than desire
Engraved into my soul
My words burned into my flesh
Death circles beneath me
Stalkin' my last breath
Poetry doesn't exist
Nor do poets whose words are vague
Criticize my own words
Tears develop into rage
I've staged my own death
Hopefully, I'll make the front page.
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