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How many time's has it been since I done died.
Distraught with undeniable events.
Aggressive is my flames of darkness unable to vent.
My body engulfed in flames as I lean over with my head bent.
I sent a message to the heavens and still no one has ever replied.

It seems happiness is the only thing I have ever been denied.
Tired of seeing the world maybe I should gouge out my eye's.
Then again if I do how am I gonna save myself from my mind.
I wonder if my days would be better if I walked them blind.
Maybe I'm tired of the moonlight gaze in need of some sunshine.

Still stuck in this muddy water with the grass waist high.
My flesh now gone but the fire still burn's my skeletal frame.
I should tie a string to the moon so I can illuminate my way.
Hopefully I won't be forgotten and someone will remember my name.
Death is not the greatest loss in life.
The greatest lost is what dies on the inside as we live.