So I move on,
Times are tough,
So I stayed glued,
On the roads that are rough,
Speed bumps nothing,
It's time for me,
I'm one of a kind,
So it's time to leave,
It's a game,
The tension flows,
No heart, no feelings,
The belief you have no soul,
I close my eyes,
So I stay awake,
A metaphor for the Heavens,
Because for Heaven's sake,
It's impartial,
A mission of deceit,
Never have I felt this way,
No victory to claim defeat,
No seat, no sheet,
Blank pages are now sold,
My eyes hurt, head sore,
Feeling as life so dull,
Diminishing,
Finishing,
A path so impeccable,
Pause all the blemishing,
Halt the tempted bleeding,
Stop this, for what you know,
To close your eyes in your heart,
A disease to try, to die so slow…
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