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[brancolm]

emptiness

lost in a sea of desolation

amidst rotting emotions and decaying dreams

is there any one out there

anyone to take my hand and show me the way

the way to happiness

to eternal sunshine and neverending bliss

is there any substance strong enough to mend my ever wounded soul

this depression

following me around like a black hole

destined to suck any form of love and laughter from my life

like a rod destined to strike down my confidence

and failure to sneak up around every bend

there is no worth for me

in this thing called life

just a soulless puppet being guided by an unseen puppetteer

when will someone cut the strings.......