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No More and Forever
My heart wishes to beat no more.
My lungs refuse to take in air anymore.
My kidneys, why should they keep on serving me?
Let them find a new master!
What is the point of living when my life is fraught with shame?
I have wrought the hollowness in me; I have become the son of death.
O! Hypaethral Temple of mine, how I wish you were domed.
At least then the Tears of the Stars would not fall on my face.
I am beset with sadness though my world is full of Light.
The River of Tears flows through my heart, where the scarred battleground shall be used once again.
There are no Trees, though, for the River is dead.
How I miss the sweet rains of moonlight, so refreshing to my soul.
But now, Golden Narcissus drenches me with Unlight.
Who can rescue me from this body undergoing such death?
I have found my answer.
poem
by
Soren Valentine
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