By Damien Knight

I can feel it welling up
The pain, the thoughts, the sorrow
My depression I keep fighting
The anger at tomorrows
Tears I battle, bat them back
Empty anger, lonely rage
I pull her close, cold
My heart locked in iron cage
Her icy lips I kiss
She’s my comfort now
A figment, a doll, a dream
No one else needed somehow
I can’t be party to hope anymore
It’s all coincidence, lies
I’ll sleep and forget
That I was ever weak enough to cry
False prophecy, years of dreams
Threads I threw all like sand
I hate them all wish I never seen
I wish never to dream again

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