Stupor


An endless pain to survive
The bottomless pit of the reign,
All of this serves as a gold dagger
To stab and turn me into ashes

My cry is to call the unknown
As I lay down and turn this page up
I know, my story will subside
As my sacrifices will turn into oblivion

This, the time I pray
I give my all, I knelt and preach
I faced it all,
The same time as I forgot it all
Finally, the acceptance came

And paid my fall.

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