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My misery.

Lost and cold.

No answers to my call.

I wander the plains in search of solitude.

Yet I come to find I’m too far gone.

Amongst the shadows I stride.

Behind all closed doors I hide.

Avoiding the circle of social entrapment.

I’m alone inside my world of pessimistic misery.

I conceal myself, like a cancer to my own.

Hurled right into the dark, where our shadows forever hide.

I Accept the void as the homestead to my heart.

and my left-wing guide remains my pessimistic misery.

Weltschmerz has consumed my mind.

Now a better view from the horizons.

Of a repugnant expectancy of life.

I’ve chosen to cross to the other side.

Where the wounds from my past.

Shall guide me through the malisons to come.

I conceal myself, like a cancer to my own.

Hurled right into the dark, where our shadows forever hide.

I Accept the void as the homestead to my heart.

and my left-wing guide remains my pessimistic misery.