The thoughts—
They hide within my head
Teasing me relentlessly—
And into madness I am lead
…

Softly, I ask, for why do I feel sorrow,
Is it from years that have passed,
Or could it be the time that I borrow?
…

The waves crash over me, revealing the memories, memories of a time when things were magnificent, and I believed in angels. For, I got to hold one
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Wading through such a torturous hell
Enlightenment, it’s all of which I now seek
With an anguish so annihilating
Imploringly I crave, an inconceivable release
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