April XXII


My soul is torn, I am distraught.
To find the joy of life, I sought
Now I find my work's for naught
I see what I can never be

I observe the drama that unfolds
The darkness of the human soul
Abominations, ere untold
Tainting all that lies in me

The cruel malevolence of fate
The quiet tapping at Hell's Gate
The smothering blackness of fate
Through which none can hope to see

These are my soul, my heart, my life
An endless turmoil of inner strife
Grasping my heart, gripping tight
I seek no longer to be free

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