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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The cold rain on my shoulders
A bizarre evening in store
As I peer in through the curtains
I’m stunned to my core
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A few more miles, and at home I shall be
With blood on thy hands
There, I left him, for all of the world to see
No, this wasn’t by chance
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Oh- the weight, the weight and what it could do
As my soul would severely suffer, hideously an ugly bruise
The sting of my salty tears, often a melancholy excuse
My obsessive thoughts- they ruled, always a muse
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A thousand trees standing in front of me, painting the scene, the scene of a landscape of stupendous green, all of which these two eyes have never seen, each with branches that tickle
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And as I turned around, I was presented by darkness, nothing but a void of absolute emptiness, staring me in the face, as if death had rang the bell early and was welcoming me home, after a lengthy voyage
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A split-second decision, my fate was decided then, as it all came together, it no sooner fell apart, with thoughts of dementia, masquerading was soon to start, gradually emerging
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Skies full of tiny golden lights
Floating aimlessly
Grasping helplessly
My small hands, just out of reach
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A striking spectacle of nature
It all flows quietly through my soul
Starlings whistle is the distance
Lucky I am to call this place my home
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