No place for me

Conflicting thoughts surface this space that I hold

Unsure of this attempt, on a world so cold

Ever will I collapse into the temptation of fate

Perhaps a myth the truth will designate

Eternally isolated, awake in the deep

Pitch black nights, yearning for sleep

Scuffle this war inside, at no time soon will be beat

Abandon the weary eyes of sorrowed defeat

Shall I conquer the voice buried in my head

Victory will ring the ears of those who wish me dead

The End

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