Final Defeat

My heart is black as the night,

my eyes burns by the light,

my ears hurt with anger,

by all around danger,

my feet starts to bleed,

as the devil starts to feed,

my hand are sore from holding,

all of the time I be mourning,

I stop hearing my heartbeat,

I soon take on my defeat,

I have no more strenght anymore,

the opening of the depression door,

my eyes has sad tears,

but yet not from any fears,

but of thy heart heart yearning,

nothing to be enjoying,

but only the darkness,

and at last my sadness.

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