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Wednesday, 23 March 2016

Condemned to live.

Dark surrounds the invisible one
light torments with desire
embers spit from the eternal fire
come to rest on scarred skin, the feelings gone.

How to sleep, when trying so hard to remain
broken pieces never fit the same.

Time spent with internal hate
convinced its for others sake
pain like this, it must be fate.

Judgement from behind heavens gates