Dark Side of Misery


With every breath I take
I hope it will be my last
Yet I still breath

With ever harsh word spoken
my heart is broken
Yet it still beats

With a wounded soul of hatred
no blood should flow
Yet I still bleed

With every day that comes
I feel defeated
Yet I still live

With every hour day
misery grows stronger
the darkness inhales me
till I am no more

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