denied of life, of a sigh, of
a breath, of a sign to go on
and with shut eyes follow
the roads that break
only to show me what of
pain i do not know,
a heart that remains naive
of the secrets you keep
of the lies buried deep,
of stones i turn to reveal
what a sad, pathetic mess
we have made, after all
these hands are meant to
fulfill a destiny of failure.
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