It seems that nothing
Is as it should be
I’m never
Who I ought to be
A sense of contentment never lasts
And bitter memories keep creeping back
My own resolve
To hastily solve
The emptiness
Can not absolve
Since everything
Revolves
Around me
The vacancy inside
Is eating me
Alive
I am my own worst enemy
Yet I am assured of this
The wind sends whispers of hope
And my ability to cope
Comes again
The Prince of Peace comes to take the shell
And sends my regards to Hell
He takes my stead
Alone
Dead
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