I’m full of abomination again.

Afraid of not losin’ another game.

I linger, though I hate that the most.

Just tryin’ to stay positive, but I’m just faking it.

I’m covered up w/* roots of hate,

I don’t trust the fate.

It’s how it’s made

Everything.

I’m doomed to die all alone,

Or it’s just the keystone

In which I’m drowning for good will ?

Now I feel like I just need another shallow refill

W/ oilment for my scarved, thick soul.

I just know that I’m all alone

In my sick cage of bloody bone.

This world it’s not for me, it make me feel without zeal,

Trapped in the neverendin’ ordeal.

No one really knows how painful life has been,

Always tempering myself w/ the voices within..

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*w/= with.