Give me the strength to overcome
My selfish melancholy state
When looking in upon myself
I see but empty places
Chase fleeting images of what I think my graces
To be left to ponder on my worth
So give me now that fiery dart
As it has always come
Like a shaft from out the dark
A fountain sprung
My will
My vital spark
Not overcome but strengthened some
That I might fight again
Then, viewing life with bold disdain
Defiant
Standing
I will play your game
And Life
You shall not win
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