Nicholas Abaddon

Rookie (that one day in that one year / The Sacred Plain Of The Old Ones)

My Suicide

Pain and anguish have filled my soul,
Where did the love I once knew travel to?
It disappeared as soon as I paid my worthless toll.
I tried to love what I had but love became a strange taboo.
My soul became foreign,
My psyche became empty and my soul forsaken.
I wallowed in self pity then a strong loathing for the self.
I forced my true thoughts and dreams onto an old dusty shelf.
I tried social conformity and deception,

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