Casket of Inhibition


Six feet deep in despair; 

The sun cannot shine here anymore. 

I have destroyed the bright rays with chains of sorrow.  

These shackles has lead me to my turmoil; 

Preventing me from ever truly living. 

My heart beats- 

But to what purpose? 

Simply having a conscious is only existing. 

And there I am; 

In my box of misery, I lay. 

While others awaken and see the yellow stream of hope, 

I peel open my eyes and meet the gaze of agony; 

Peering inside my hollow shell. 

It feeds on the weak and hopeless; 

And I am its perfect candidate. 





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