In blacken lakes, I
drowned myself,
and forced my soul to
shiver,
to shake off all those
piercing nails,
that made my body
quiver.
Captured will in
memories,
that hurting be forever,
in deception we will
settle down,
death and I, together.
Then, finally he’ll hold
my hand,
while sitting by my
side,
and give me back what I
have lost,
my happiness and pride.
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