Sarcasm runs trough out my veins,
Not more than a state created by my mind,
A mind that is meant to rule this lands,
Nothing more than an illusion, a lie.
A feeling comes up and takes over,
Not a second to death but a minute to life,
I'll let the wind come, bring the leaves to cover,
Fly into the blue sky and dive.
Something unnatural becomes true,
An idea came from deep down in my soul,
What it is, I have no clue,
But it will become the felling of the world.
I cannot find the peace within myself,
Will you take this sorrow from me,
And make me a part of your self?
Won't you let me be?
Take this letters and wash away pity,
I don't need sympathy,
Lay in the darkness,
And feel my emptiness.
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