Dark Hearter

Tearing away at the dark, hoping for the light

Tearing deep in my heart, im losing this fight.

My heart is clouded in hate, my blood is tainted with adrenaline

Waiting to meet my fate, waiting for the gunshot to miss again.

Living another day, hating every second of it

Not having a say, my existence is irrelevant.

Why go on? Why continue?

Though my life is gone, I'm still seeing it through.

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