In
the fresh of dawn
When
sky is gray and earth dewy
As
world wakes up to life
I
seek the oblivion of death
But
it evades me just like happiness.
I
close my eyes to shut out beauty
Sweet
melody of song playing on radio
Wishing
I never had to wake up again
To
see the ties that binds me to life…endless misery
Love
is such a tiresome thing
Gives
little but takes away everything
Enslaves
as it liberates…
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