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loneliness strikes when it's least expected.
the frustration curses in this name
with the hate that is bared
it cannot bring an end but an on letting
This war inside a heart, a mind, a soul
blood is shed upon this night
so bleak yet filled with fright
is this strife?
this once upon a time has an end?
with no reasoning behind the source
what is left to do but cower and wait?

this reality is merciless
the wages wail this fact so true
with relentless pounding on these deafening drums
it will not bring an end but an on letting
this song is plentiful of discord and chaos with the multiple rhythms
ears break upon this fright
is such the eerie night
is this life?
can this fairytale be concluded?
with no plot, no courage, or hero
what is left but to sit and wither?

this pain is cancer
the weights carry us down,
deeper underneath...
with the burning lungs, whom it is drowning.
it will not bring a peaceful end
but on letting
this beautiful tragedy is its own horrific image to the blind
life ends upon this night
so do not linger in fright
is this all there to expect?
nothing?