Lost
I wish, I wish, with all my might
That I had the power to see the light.
To see the truth, whatever it may be
To unchain my mind, be finally free.
I'm wasting away to a pitiful shell,
Succumbing to weakness in this impermeable hell.
The darkness was, is, and always shall be.
It was first realized the day I became me.
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