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Accidental Child
Apart from myself and the things I hold dear,
Steeped in the darkness, drowning in fear.
Alone in this world, joined only by hate,
Shunned by the heavens, forgotten by fate.
Fed by the sadness that both shoulders bare,
Pockets are empty, only anger to share.
The sun is still shinning, but night enfolds me,
Color is lost within the black void I see.
I am a negative, worse than nothing at all,
Never will anyone heed the sound of my call.
Its always cold in my summer, night in my day.
What have I earned with the dues that I pay?
For a sin such as me, that will always be lost.
Is there a end to the pain being born cost?
Steeped in the darkness, drowning in fear.
Alone in this world, joined only by hate,
Shunned by the heavens, forgotten by fate.
Fed by the sadness that both shoulders bare,
Pockets are empty, only anger to share.
The sun is still shinning, but night enfolds me,
Color is lost within the black void I see.
I am a negative, worse than nothing at all,
Never will anyone heed the sound of my call.
Its always cold in my summer, night in my day.
What have I earned with the dues that I pay?
For a sin such as me, that will always be lost.
Is there a end to the pain being born cost?
Published 11th Mar 2014
| Edited 12th Mar 2014
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