Travelling alone down the dark road of life

Fighting forever to survive the strife

Of knowing in your heart that the world is hard,

And the only relief comes in the shape of a heart.

Darkness entwined in the essence of life,

Killed with words is the soul, not a knife.

Trampled down in the sodden, stained earth,

The life you once lived, whimpers, cowers in the dirt.

Tired of fighting and being ever strong,

Not enough vitality to carry on and on;

The stroke of the clock, the toll of the bell,

Time leads on to your own form of hell.

The End

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