SUFFOCATE TO LIFE
Surrounded by folly,
Drowning in melancholy.
Breaths are getting shorter,
But how much longer?
Survival is innate,
I will conquer my fate.
My heart made strong,
I can do no wrong.
My fingers are strings,
Moving pawns and kings.
Battles fought in my mind,
Morality gone blind.
Sanity long adrift,
Is it a curse or a gift?
Life’s asphyxiation,
Freedom or incarceration?
Final outlook far from bleak,
I have the answers that I seek.
Pendulum keeps swinging,
It’s time I started living.
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