Mend the wound, Forbid distress

Strolling the dark street /

I’m walking with a cold gaze /

Have I declared defeat... /

running through life's maze? /

I remember a phrase /

“Mend the wound, Forbid distress” /

Isolation blinded me for days /

I lost control on this mess /

but I refuse to become less /

I’ll mend my wounds correctly /

and I’ll become better than you can guess /

Now speaking to my reflecting eyes directly /

“Help me... don’t lose control /

Reach the end with a better soul” /

 

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