Where will I go to find comfort?
Will I go out of my mind where the wild lands are? And find beauty, but no peace.
Will I go deep to the depths of the dark and find oblivion? No answer, no echo and no peace.
Will I go nowhere but here: a mirror of time with reflection cold and still as a corpse? No past, no painful possibilities but no peace.
Eternity: no solace and no salvation; a sentence to be fulfilled.
Oh clever, cruel and crucifying life; the twist of fate, the wheel of fortune; I am broken on your choice and chance .
You shame me as your slave and I let you.
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