Bandages, binding my hurt body tight,
Couldn't hide fire which tears me apart.
It is devouring my skin from inside,
Burning a stigma on muscle of heart.
The feeling of vainness is decaying my guts.
My mind isn't fearful of itself being torn.
My drowning in sizzling hot blood never stups.
I never wanted to fade all alone...
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Under my erring strides
Slimline ice indivertibly chaps.
Bloody footprints of gloomy old times
Trace my soul through the ashes of loss.
I obliviate something longed-for
After gaining through tears and lies.
Eyes can't notice the point any more,
So my notebooks will end with demise.

Former sinners do not exist...
Wild flow dissolves anguish in clarity.
Air's replete with unsaid feelings mist
Under facade of jocularity.
Lonely agony's silent, invisible.
My pain threshold is higher than that.
Distress is stronger than physical;
More lethal than bullet in head.

My mistakes remain inexcusable,
So I stymie myself as I can.
Indulgence keeps being impossible.
So I'm left as a faulty man.
I'm fed up with endless scurry
Among rings of rough underworld.
There are lives on my palms that I've buried,
So It's time to get over my own.

Like a stone, guilt weights to the deepth.
My confession you cannot deny.
Hot tears streaming down my cheecks...
You are wrong, I don't wanna die!
I'm stepping into the blank.
But suddenly, being makes sense:
One's friendly hand pulls me back,
Gifting coveted chance...