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 Life without hopes ... Death  reason
 
 Well concealed
 My human destitution
 Shroud  endless void
 Within
 
 A shadowed figure
 A lone failure
 Shameful posture
 Shy disciple of 
 A fool to decay  ever-cold
 
 All  of life unknown
 Unheard
 All breath  give in to (dark) spiritual formulae
 
 In grief... placid
 The world surrounding 
 Obsessed  ill consumption
 Possessed and inclined
 
 To enter this  passing
 True and bitter  my destiny
 The wish of 
 Be real
 Carving... my skin
  the face... of... tragedy
 
 Better... to feel
 The pain... fully
 Than to drift
 In the emptiness
 
 Between nothing
 And sadness
 
 Cut up
 Depressed
 Alone
 
 Wounds  deep (as any) burial
  sorrow deeper than any wound
 I gave (myself)
 Thicker  any scar
 I left
 For me
 There is  hope
 
 Left  in here
 For there is  escape
 A life  with blood (and loss)
  wrists to my freedom welcome razors edge
 
 And these wounds  mine will never fucking heal