Heartache
Quiet desperation, a type of twisted laughter.
Not taken, stolen. Given and yet not wanted.
The bottle tightens, not one drop left, needed.
Forming perverted thoughts within virgin minds
Not really here, non-existent, bright eyes, smile.
Forgotten moments of fortune. Fading strong…
There was never a bright side, never a bright side.
Blanketed with adversity. Needing sleep, so tired.
Time to sleep now, not willing to wake up, ever.
White light calling, needless to say, it feels wrong.
The time is here, the time is now. No one knows pain.
Not like this… not like this…
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