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Looking towards a future

as gloomy as the past

nothing to rely on

thinking to end life at last



Death need not come

My soul already sold

The devil grasped hold long ago

Leaving everything so cold



Useless thoughts in a vacant mind

Have found no listening ears

A slowly depleting loveless heart

Hides deep and shows no bloodlust fears



Laying on this park bench

Watching smiles and hearing joy

Feeling like life has completed its course

As mother nature makes me the broken toy