The world isn't right for me,

I'm just an irregular piece,

Of an infinite puzzle,

In a child's game of conformity,

I'm just a loner,

Another suicide,

My own god,

Ridiculous addiction to the dark side,

A pandora's box of paradox,

A decaying soul locked in a shadow,

Fastened by bronze keys,

Dangling on a loop of despair,

I don't care what you say to me,

I hear only the heart-breaking glass-shatter of betrayal,

That you trail through the doorway of my hell,

Like bloodstained footprints on white marble,

And we marvel at the depression of it all.

The End

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