The Worth Of Death

Black inclosing,
my souls but a flame,
flickering like a candle,
blown out,
only to start again.
rewinding my beginnings,
just can't get it right,
the battle not worth losing,
to tired to stand and fight,
indifferent to he ending,
I paid my debt in tears,
lost nothing but my youth and good years.
hoping for tomorrow,
never caring if it comes.
a end to all the madness,
resounding like a drum,
they killed me in my sleep,
yet somehow I remain,
for death is not worth dying,
for that reason I stay.


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