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Mouldy Decay
No more light in the sky,
An eternal night will begin.
As we sink deeper in despair,
Knowing that we can not win.
There is nothing left for us,
We have fallen through the crack.
We can never make up for this
There is no turning back.
No more will I feel enjoyment,
No more will I laugh or cry.
No more will I smile or be happy,
All I have left is to die.
This was not fit for me,
Or, I was not fit for this.
When I am done I may be happy,
When it's over I may feel bliss.
I want to tell you this feeling,
I want to know that you care.
But I know that it won't end well,
I know that it would not be fair.
I know that you no longer love me,
And you have every reason to not.
I know that I am a blight on you,
A miserable, festering rot.
Let me go and end this misery,
Let me go, and learn to live!
Let me go to meet my doom,
I am sorry for what I could not give.
My sadness comes from my anger,
I get angry that I can't not be sad.
I live in storms and darkness,
I live here because I am bad.
This is not a life, it's a slow death.
And I just want it all to be done.
In this battle called life,
I know I would never have won.
An eternal night will begin.
As we sink deeper in despair,
Knowing that we can not win.
There is nothing left for us,
We have fallen through the crack.
We can never make up for this
There is no turning back.
No more will I feel enjoyment,
No more will I laugh or cry.
No more will I smile or be happy,
All I have left is to die.
This was not fit for me,
Or, I was not fit for this.
When I am done I may be happy,
When it's over I may feel bliss.
I want to tell you this feeling,
I want to know that you care.
But I know that it won't end well,
I know that it would not be fair.
I know that you no longer love me,
And you have every reason to not.
I know that I am a blight on you,
A miserable, festering rot.
Let me go and end this misery,
Let me go, and learn to live!
Let me go to meet my doom,
I am sorry for what I could not give.
My sadness comes from my anger,
I get angry that I can't not be sad.
I live in storms and darkness,
I live here because I am bad.
This is not a life, it's a slow death.
And I just want it all to be done.
In this battle called life,
I know I would never have won.
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