I face the inevitable
I walk towards my doom
The rays of sun
cannot penetrate through me.
A bird's singing
is but a lament of mine
The rustling of leaves
is my nature quivering.
My fate irrevocable
my destiny irreversible
my sins undeniable
my life unalterable.
The fire within scorches
the nebulous shadows of my past
The angels laugh mercilessly
at my poor screaming heart.
It deranges me to think
about the life I could have lived
the happiness I could have felt
tucked in my mother's arms.
There was once protection
in my agonizing life
there was once laughter
in my mournful eyes.
All is now lost
and now I sway with
the ruthless breeze
It carries me away
ceasing my mortality.
And I, a shallow being
now cdaverous and desolate
bemoan my wretchedness.
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