Here I shed, a lonely tear
Layered with hate, topped with fear
It trickles down, my soft skin with ease
Holding on, for life it seems
It loosens its grip, that's on my chin
Acknowledging, the predicament its in
The burden of my life, slowly falls
Within reach, of death's jaws
As my lonely tear, halts with a smack
Hate and fear, combined with a splash
Transforming into, a swirling sea
Stealing all, the goodness in me
Being sucked into, this pool I find
Myself mercilessly, intertwined
Bonded by blood, with my melancholic self
Sharing its pain, its desire for help
The wails of insanity, hidden away
In my being, which is now stained
By the colour of grief, a grey so bleak
It withers my soul, it dries my peace
I'm spat out, into my chest
Witnessing, I describe at best
To be my murder, my crying heart
Besieged by, the sullen dark
Beaten away, battered and bruised
My inner hate, begins to consume
My only piece, of untainted life
My pure heart, that in darkness resides
The rapid beats, of a dying heart
Desperately trying, on my behalf
To beat again, and again and again
The heartbeats quicken, nearing the end
I look on in horror, shedding a tear
As my heart is consumed, hate and fear
Coalescing to form, a mighty foe
To destroy, all of the good I know
My heart explodes, in pain and tears
I look on in distress, frozen with fear
Is this the end, of my home too?
Where am I to go? What am I to do?
I panic, tremble, losing my cool
I shut my eyes, I envision the pool
The start of my pain, the deepened burn
I pray to go back, I want to return
Anything but this, out of my mind
I want to return, to the moment in time
I could bear, the suffering at hand
But now I'm here, In this dark wasteland
I shield my face, and fall to my knees
Arms round my head, I sniffle in grief
I'm alone in hell, my unstable mind
I shed a lonely tear, one last time
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