I must be fooling myself to anyone up there,
That I could conquer this sickening fear,
Sure enough I end up being a psychopath,
Tearing my flesh as I gnawed my bone,
Leaving trails of tears as I cried alone.
A living species born with dreams ,
But is congested with lies, anger and deceits,
Yearning freedom, acceptance ,forgiveness,
But all these were burnt out and gone,
To where do I go from here .
Hope someone can hear me too well,
Everyday is a cursed too painful to yell,
Visions are covered by thick haze of tears,
Can't see Him too well from here ,
From these dark layers of hell.
Deep from this hollowed ground,
I can hear the lingering voices ,
Shouting grieving just to hear a voice,
To be noticed our cries and anguishes.
But all were unheard and unseen.
Just no one dares to care nor feel,
The raging anguish of a dying soul,
Unending pleas of help and woes,
Just a pile of flesh for the ground to be feed ,
A raging creature on a dead ending.
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