Am a soul without direction,
unloved and discarded
from perfection,
Hands of mine colored in crimson
unclotted blood dripping through my redemption
Forgotten memories coming clear to mind
slipping time freezin' me behind
Eyes bleeding painful tears
smile is forced over stressful fears
Azrael standin’ in front of me
waiting for the time
lifeless I will be
memories still am holdin' back
future I don't have when I see my hand
No pain anymore its feels relief
escaping art, and death surreal
regret for once staying back
now goin' away
relief and satisfaction
for those are pained
Ready to go now
am leaving behind
memories and past
I have lived to remind.
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