A sharp thorn to the heart
A good stab in the back;
Invisible to everyone from the start
Letting my life get off track.
Sitting in the darkness
Hoping for the end to come;
Still holding onto a harness
Waiting to succumb.
Fear consumes all perceptions
Doubt creeps around the corners;
Every path leads to another deception
Becoming a lost mourner.
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