Not A Lost Cause

An aspect of life may be so deadly
For the mind is the control panel
The silent cry for help - sweet melody
Seventeen years of life too much of a sample - Dismantle

Introspections are overviewed
Injection is not the selection of the self-inflicted human infection
The Desire to be free from our own kind as a thought of peace of mind
Acquired knowledge of hidden death - Depart from distress

A solution of boundaries for this one misery
Liberate the speculation no communication - obliterate
Not an empty soul - but a misconception of existence
Witness the sickness of the twisted vision - listen

No cure has been originate for despair
An articulated indication is left behind
Confined - may one life may be revived

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