I sit blankly, contemplating
I throw my head back on the pillow
Confusingly and monotonously cursing…

This life, my life – drowned.
I am under the surface. Dead.
My only dumbfounded comfort is hatred’s sound.

Have I crushed too many – killing?
Am I the circus clown that scared the children?
Or is it that I, am death? Dying?
The originality of pure indefinite sin.

I have allowed these tears to flow willingly,
But now, I cannot seem to find an end,
In nothing have I brought a second of liberty –
My love has only hatred to send.

All that I do and have done –
Is illusioned into an evil state.
All I have ever wanted -
Are good intentions and not this hate!

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