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Carousels

In the sky

Formed by

Silent tears

Under shadows

Silhouettes

Life is like

Pick up sticks

Played by

Fucken lunatics

Woke up today...



Longing for death, a chance to leave, this black and cruel dispair...



Face the facts

Harsh reality

No escape

From it's grasp

Lifted from

The ground

The grave that

I called home

Given a mask

To hide behind

My hearts content

With my choice...



Searching for  a way, to end it all...



Pain subscribed

Blooded walls

Indented with

Darkened lies

Stab to the

Back

Sharp pain

Again,agony

Can't escape...



Wishing to be let go,free at last.....