Pray to the Death
i feel like being left alone
i love being alone, i love my peace
yet contradicting this case is
where alone is antithetical to alone
i carry the burden of my dead dreams
looking for a cemetery under the trees
caught in the maze and in between my wishes
death doesn't comes to me even when i pray for it
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