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I sit alone at your doorstep
I sit alone at your doorstep
So depleted and refused by today
My soul has been longing
My body waiting to flee
Tears are flowing down my cheeks
My voice has lost its only key
Used and abused by my past
Empty and down on my knees
My skin has been used by a substance
In return of hope and glee
I often find myself begging
As my soul was spent upon thee
Miseries of joy have cast a spell
Of tormented death upon me
So I dance so fiercely in reprieve
With the rivers of joy
And my worn out dreams
I set out on a spending spree
To flaunt the relics of me
Knowing that my days are numbered
I spend the rest of me
Deceived and dejected by the traits of death
The spells are rationed now, it said
My life is so vacant now
Profusely sweating with my needs
I see my virtues burning in hell
This thorny world that I tried to dwell
Scorned by the compulsions of life
My ending is nowhere in sight
Nick Kler
