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Weltschmerz

My misery.
Lost and cold.
No answers to my call.
I wander the plains in search of solitude.
Yet I come to find I’m too far gone.

Amongst the shadows I stride.
Behind all closed doors I hide.
Avoiding the circle of social entrapment.
I’m alone inside my world of pessimistic misery.

I conceal myself, like a cancer to my own.
Hurled right into the dark, where our shadows forever hide.
I Accept the void as the homestead to my heart.
and my left-wing guide remains my pessimistic misery.

Weltschmerz has consumed my mind.
Now a better view from the horizons.
Of a repugnant expectancy of life.
I’ve chosen to cross to the other side.
Where the wounds from my past.
Shall guide me through the malisons to come.

I conceal myself, like a cancer to my own.
Hurled right into the dark, where our shadows forever hide.
I Accept the void as the homestead to my heart.
and my left-wing guide remains my pessimistic misery.

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