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A new beginning.
I can't find it.
I have been searching for decades.
This dark life is starting to bring me down.
When will the light make itself visible?
Is there even such thing in this cold, dark world?
Sometimes I wonder if death would be better, or equal to the tragedy that is life.
I can't see a thing.
Am I better off this way?
Feeling has left my body.
What am I becoming?
A hollow shell of what once was?
I just want to find the end.
Or should I say; A new beginning.
I have been searching for decades.
This dark life is starting to bring me down.
When will the light make itself visible?
Is there even such thing in this cold, dark world?
Sometimes I wonder if death would be better, or equal to the tragedy that is life.
I can't see a thing.
Am I better off this way?
Feeling has left my body.
What am I becoming?
A hollow shell of what once was?
I just want to find the end.
Or should I say; A new beginning.
Published 29th Apr 2012
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29th Apr 2012 4:57pm
A dreary piece wavering back and forth between a gleam of hope and a view of damnation. I dig it. Continue to investigate the source of these feelings. You'll find inspiration.
