More often it is really life I'm thinking
In that way I could make bitterness pending:
Concentrating with hidden feelings' meaning,
Hiding with it-is where I'm living

Every path seemed to be dark and hollow,
Learning to walk with it is but in sorrow:
Least you can do is regret I'm telling you,
Embrace the loneliness that it could spare you.

Driven thorns anywhere you go-hitches you,
Eroding the pain destroys all thins you'd do:
Together they bring down all that you'll pursue,
Count the days; count the hours; including you.

Harsh feelings start penetrating--when you smiled,
Censured thoughts asking to cease being naive;
Anticipated illusion gone wasted,
Begrudges emerged after you--I believe.

Insane questions torturing my sanity,
Literally pleading your integrity;
Absurdity-but that's all it needs to be,
Outcried affection took you away from me.

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