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thrown out of the world of angst

set apart from all the rest

what outlet have I now

to which my dark thoughts fall?

now roaring inside my head

gaining their force instead

burning with evils once dead

enflamed by hatred and pain

the words that you kill me with

where will they flow to?

the gates of my hell are locked

I'm left with no escape

they are piling up more now

my defense is being weakened

holding it all in my head

strings are tight instead

hopes and dreams now dead

I'm losing the battle in here

fighting for the opposing side

I'm feeding the reaper with it

my weakness another source

now inert and motionless

the storm has now abated

I'm left alone and torn

my outlet and eyes both shut

dark thoughts rule my head

this is the result instead

i lay here cold and dead