I am once again in darkness,
Far away from the eternal light,
I am waiting for the proper moment,
To escape this God given right,
To live or not to live,
To leave or not to leave,
Life is all there is, and this,
It's not what life really is,
Waking up with this dull pain,
Sure there's no one else to blame,
Than this body-mind relationship,
That got infected with a grippe,
I moved to left and I moved to right,
Trying to find a way through fight,
What I found, it never lasts,
Emotions always find a way to blast
Those who have this inner cold,
They are those who got the mold,
And it's eating them alive,
Taking every drop of life
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