Feeling Life


Life is just a mystery,
I'm wandering why I am still alive,
I cannot find a reason,
That's why I'm not satisfied,
Searching through the darkness,
I don't feel anything,
And suddenly the darkness,
Starts to pour all out of me,
I live in blissful harmony,
In sadness,hope and pain,
My rage is fully growing,
Though I will not feel ashamed,
Consumed by the hatred,
My fears have come to pass,
Now I'll have no enemies,
To hold me back at last,
Now the time has come,
For me to face myself again,
I will search through the darkness,
On which I am the same.

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