Drape your hand upon my pale palm Follow my cries into this fallen calm Sink into the gaping gloom that is me Your innocent soul - jaded empty Another sullen soul upon this earth Skin and bones lacking worth Solely a mind weighted with strife A malignant mind - questioning life Deprived and severed sanity Possessing and loathing vanity Hopes and outlooks - numb Society sovereigned sanctum If only a healthy mind I could comply Every moment I breathe... I die, I cry I simmer in my sorrow and wonder why Now sharing my thoughts from a succumbed sigh
Reason for writing:
Life...
Birth sign: Taurus
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