Regrets of deeds done wrong
Remorse of mistakes past
Reverberating my nostalgic song
Remembering the pain I cast...
...into a reality that cannot last.
Realizing this war on my past.
Upon a crucifix of apathy I hung.
The past and future united as a line of oblivion.
The dark blood of my soul wrung...
with the distortion of how I saw myself.
Flowing into a chalice of self-hate,
feeding the demons of my destruction.
With the dagger of desire...
I severed the bondage of this pain.
Yet the scars remain.
It all went so fast
Years disappearing as the world went on without me,
...losing what could be.
How long will this pain last?
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