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Cursed
Blurry, out of focus, my eyes strain to see through the thickness of eternal sadness
Silhouettes and shapes, phantoms and ghost of would be people parade around me
We take no notice of one another; just forms swirling among the masses, bound by loneliness, bound by pain, bound by sorrow
Aimlessly adrift, no destination charted, no plans laid out before me now that love has left me
Time ceases to exist, as I have nothing but time
Night becomes my ally as I curse the daylight and the false hope it brings
My heart, my poor heart, burdened with stress, fatigued from emotional duress, fragmented by heartache, never to be whole again
Unable to pump the blood of life through the collapsed veins within the shell of this man
My prayers for love ignored, I roam this world void of spirit, joining the others in solitude and suffering
