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But, alas! My mind has never set
Fond of chaos, thrashing
It insists to never rest
Just like oceans' waves it's crashing.
Upon my stool, I sit
Pen in hand, paper set
I wish to write my sorrows
And that we never met
It tortures me through the night
For now my thoughts can't leave my brain
I am running out of light
And I cannot write my pain
My soul craves to be free
Without this sense of dread
But the dark abyss consumes me
And traps me in my head.
Fond of chaos, thrashing
It insists to never rest
Just like oceans' waves it's crashing.
Upon my stool, I sit
Pen in hand, paper set
I wish to write my sorrows
And that we never met
It tortures me through the night
For now my thoughts can't leave my brain
I am running out of light
And I cannot write my pain
My soul craves to be free
Without this sense of dread
But the dark abyss consumes me
And traps me in my head.