buried alive, i claw in my grave,
to get out or in remorse, i know not;
i wish i'd die, but Fate has decided and She gave,
this darkness, i reap, which i have sought;
Ecstasy and Agony, brothers in arms, why?
why grasp together in life, and shatter wats there?;
tears and inflictions, my chains, close to me they lie,
is this is my doin?, if so, can i wipe 'em away?
rooted deep, Fear, embalms useless me,
Your blazoned pike stir my scarred remains;
Earth, burdened by what i was, and still shall be
hate blissfully given, into my never-ending bane.
Breath given, to be, and to give
echoes of Pain, through you, i shall live.
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