As I find no rational explanation in this.
It�s slipping away from me with all my hopes�
Tugging on my throat like a thorn-bush rope.
Save you, save me, nothing left to save,
Not even that joyous moment I desperately crave.
Bleached black with hate as I stare into their souls�
Not hearts, no minds, just passionless holes.
Simple to realize, yet so rarely contained;
Hate blocked love and only torment remained.
I searched for my love, and found myself a slave�
Freeing myself once more, but there�s nothing left to save.
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