Struggling to get out from the darkness
That I created, lost and weary blinded by the worldly creations
Passion was long lost, drowning consciousness I couldn’t get hold of,
The end was near, and all I could see was fear in my own eyes, creations in disguise and a lovely piece of my own mind.
Wasted chances, destruction everywhere, completely engulfing me with nothing to take care.
All I could wish was some sort of leniency for the patience I kept and the memories I long cherished.
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