Fate- Bye Nichola Cordato
I’m a prisoner to dark time;
Where misery in itself is a sinful crime;
A place where your prayers and answers are washed away;
And more pain then expected, more and more each day;
Silence and pity, strength and weakness;
Stranded, lost and left merciless;
Left to fend for your self, no escape;
Where character is lost and depression slowly shapes;
Legendary torture, only fables of imagination;
But being in the fable is an agonizing destination;
Extreme piercing of my memory, now starting to bleed;
Because this suicidal existence is now beginning to feed;
The burning sensation, stings from inside to out;
The sharp execution fills my hope with doubt;
Surviving is now impossible, for I am inflamed with hate;
Did I have to be a slave, to this severely dire fate?
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