Laying awake and silent
Lingering into the night
Tormented by all and everyone
Cast away from every light
It is they who are killing
My murderers in bloom
Am I not to be accepted?
Or shall this be my doom?
Tear a page out of this book
This life; this worthless thought
Take one look at my story inside
My soul that you never caught
At least I have a soul
However torn that it may be
And what do you have? Nothing.
Nothing that I can see.
So I shall stay with my darkened fate
And laugh as you take my life
Because to end this soul; this book; this thought
Takes more than a hand with a knife.
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