There is no pleasure.
I seek Truth in False.
There are but two Faces.
I seek the bright or Dark.
Every time I look behind.
I Leave or Take Something.
Everything I see Ahead,
Its confusing and Indistinct.
Thought of the Soul,
Scream into a Hole,
Stained by my moves,
The Pain is my Own,
Try to search around,
Nowhere to go,
Life seems Short,
Yet so Long,
Death's not a door,
Tells my Soul,
Past, Present and Future,
Nothings Forever.
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