The darkness
the epitome of all anti-good
the temptress
and I,
weak of heart and will,
succumb with willing heart.
I, fickle youth,
am floating limply on the sea--
the sea of stagnation
a festering wound bleeding pestilent life
and they wish they never were.
She never had a chance
she never had a chance
she never had a chance
she never--
Always wondering
is one always searching
a sorry excuse
for a human different--
or like us all,
for we are all truly searching
eternally
for complete happiness
which we know will never come.
But we may dream.
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