anima

another day, another life,another time without a wife
always assumming the worst
i've been living in a hearse
negative things breed negative thoughts
which never often should be sought

so many restrictions
so little transparency
mounting to invisible discrepancies

a life to be happy
a life to be free
all i'm living
is a life to be history

how long will this last
this immortal pain
the agony the torture
this mindless enclosure

silent ramblings are of no use
silent grief breaks the heart
but the only thing breaking is my heart
it weeps it bleeds for its wounds are endless

it weeps it bleeds it bleedeth for thee

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