Pushed flat on my face,
Life denies me happiness.
Like a failed race
Ignoring pains grandness.
Singing denial's prelude
Running from my own hate,
Never feeling so crude
Pain's grating song won't abate.
Fear's fleeing fright
A mental parade of anguish,
Buried atop hope's light
Death the only true wish.
About Me
- SigismundoCeline
- I think about everything, from every angle. To a fault at times, over-analyzation. I like a lot of things. I don't like a lot of things. I'm pretty smart. I do many stupid things. I'm very deep, in a shallow way. And I have love for everything. Except mean people.
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