Kinda self-explanatory.
Scream pierce the joke of what is my peace.
My passing idea of sleep is taunted,
By memories that refuse to cease.
Desperate to just once feel alright.
Surrounded by darkness,
Will I ever find the light?
Falling further away from that dream again. How did I get so upside down?
I wonder where I went wrong,
Only to realize I’ve been
Walking backwards all along.
Predestined, forever will I be haunted.
By my tortured past.
Despite my every efforts to merge,
Past, present into the future.
Forever on the verge
Always on the edge but never quite there,
I fear I will always be trapped in limbo
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