Cyanide

Thoughts are troubles..nowhere to hide
Wishes are vanities..on them cannot ride

Future looks bleak..makes me grossly afraid
Soul is sick..it hurts the forgotten pride

Hopes fall..all that’s left is darker side
Yearning now..for the peace of my mind

Heart explodes..emotions ghastly collide
Frozen..scent of life has just died

Don’t want to stay..enough has been tried
Life is bitter and sour..it hates me with spite

Wish there is a capsule of cyanide.

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Cyanide

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