Bleakest raven black as the night is my morning
Lying solemnly in wait for another new dawning
As another ashen day looms heavily over me
Chaos and despondency are raging inside me
Killing my self-worth and confidence dead
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Darkened desires entrenched in my tortured mind
Open wounds festering, so opulently enshrined
Goodness replaced with nothing but dread
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