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by Cainer Mar 3, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
This bile that is life Has consumed me Taken away my everything Leaving me with absolutely nothing This distaste i have for reality Is a product of humanity Society leaves nothing to desire Nothing to see no one to admire Like salt in the wound Its pain that drives this world Choice is the illusion Given to us to enslave us Burning skin Is all i smell Like ash off a fire Its all thats left to inhale This life that is vile Leaves a tart taste Nothing is within freedom Everything done will turn to waste