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awakened in my darkest hour

all of those memories that have gone sour

turning into a petal falling off a pugnurant flower

a relevant attempt to rescue me from the highest tower

a hunger, a craving, rustles inside like an addiction

I've tried my whole life to achieve justice, to make a conviction

my ludicrous self has become an enemy to my reflection

a luxurious sign of repulsive condolessed rejection

shouldn't I be something

why am I nothing

I guess I've learned one thing

I have faded into nothing



is fantasy some sort of tangible reality

or is it some proof of my humble insanity

am I conditioned to feel pain all the time and hurt

I am fumbling towards an extacy of a quenching thirst

I am slowly dying inside my coherent identity

incognito I hide and I am now empty

I disperse in my quiet battle against myself

peering in the mirror I see something else

shouldn't I be something

why am I nothing

I guess I've learned one thing

I have faded into nothing