And I face my own real self,
Broken in an open world.
My heart beats a groove of grief,
Bleeding to God in a path of pain.
Rhythms of anguish and desolation
Move me into mournful consciousness.
While I still believe in a better tomorrow,
Anxiety is on its way to consume.
And I face my own real self,
Wounded in an open world.
My eyes stare into one black hole,
Seeing stationary state of affairs.
A tragic life with unused obsessions
Forming a torrential malevolence.
While I'm still heading towards a light ahead,
Apprehension is on its way to devour.
But I am grateful knowing that I'm alive,
And that I'm grateful to be here
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