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The people laugh as they walk along,

Finding their place within a merry song.

Look at them all, those of "normal" hearts,

Going through a life that I'll never be a part of.



I can hear them giggle and talking of love,

And I watch as they thank that figure above.

But never will my time of happiness roam,

I find as I accept the shadows of my home.



Never to fly, to know what it's like.

Never to live such a sweet little life.

Always to wonder why I'm not the same,

Always looking for someone to blame.



I can feel the pain brought through heartbreak,

Suffocating from all that's my take.

Little by little I wear away,

Until I'm placed in a tomb to stay.



A coffin suits me fine, just a solitary box,

Like the one surrounding my heart, void of any locks.

In the end you can not reach me, I'm a hiding soul,

Retreat to your sanctuary, and fear the playing role.



Never to fly, with my head in the clouds.

Never to live.  No, I'm not aloud.

Always to wonder just what's wrong with me,

Always I'm looking for what I'm missing.



I see now that I am in a forbidden forest,

Blinded by the fog, separated from the rest.

Yet ironically enough, I enjoy this life I lead,

Though worrying my friends, their warnings I don't heed.



Too accustomed to the silence of the breathing sound.

Too familiar with the pain that I drag all around.

Too surrounded by grief that I never let go.

Too wrapped up in my hate, of which they'll not know.



Never to fly, like the rest of the world.

Never to live.  Let my dreams just unfurl.

Always to wonder why I can't let go.

Always looking for that hidden foe.



Never to fly, like I had done once before.

Never to live, but I'll die never more.

Always to wonder why I hold on to the pain.

And smile while searching of all I don't gain.



-Morbid Seraphim