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 Life without hopes ... Death  reason
 
 Well concealed
 My human destitution
 Shroud of endless 
 Within
 
 A shadowed figure
 A lone failure
 Shameful posture
 Shy disciple of 
 A fool to decay  ever-cold
 
 All scripts of life 
 Unheard
 All breath to give in  (dark) spiritual formulae
 
 In grief... placid
  world surrounding shatters
 Obsessed by ill 
 Possessed and inclined
 
 To enter this  passing
 True and bitter with my 
  wish of death...
 Be real
 Carving... my skin
 Reveals... the  of... tragedy
 
 Better... to feel
 The pain... fully
 Than to drift
 In the emptiness
 
 Between nothing
 And sadness
 
 Cut up
 Depressed
 Alone
 
 Wounds as deep (as  burial
 (And)  deeper than any wound
 I gave (myself)
 Thicker than any 
 I left
 For me
 There is no 
 
 Left alone  here
  there is no escape
  life painted with blood (and loss)
 The  to my freedom welcome razors edge
 
 And these wounds of  will never fucking heal