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Part of me is gone.

Lost within the ocean tide.

This anxiety engulfs rage.

Placing inexplicable hope in harms way of destruction.

The missing link lies in you.

Breathing every pain you take in.

Thinking every feeling you you exhibit.

Waiting for the day of exposure.

Timing all instances with hate.

Watching it all fall into place.

The doomsday of a broken heart.

When will you see my pain?

When will you feel my pain?

Being me isn't enough for you.

You're so lost in yourself.

Still here I stand needing to be,

what I could never have.

It's so great knowing you're not the one who'll be.

The one shunned for all who have been shunned.

Not seeing me is a flaw.

Only her you'll be.

Only she is the hunger.

She feeds us all.

I can't take it.

I won't live it.

Under the moon I surrender to the tide of all who lost.

What they live for is gone.

Sweet kisses under the stars are no more.

Enlightenment to oneself is insufficient; unable to comply.

There are no chances for the innocent.

Stealing my heart isn't a federal offense but a plague on the vulnerable thought.

The unprotected weakling frolicking in a world of hurt.

The cupid that pulls on strings filled with intense passion critical to life.

Vital proportions of senseless happiness only to die a brutal death.

A blackhole where all are taken in and squeezed until lifeless.

My feelings for you are carried away on a demon's wing.

However, in this, I don't say goodbye to you.

I don't help your lost soul who can't figure out what it's like to be alone in a cruel world.

Selfless acts emerge.

It's getting away.

Mindless games with players extended.

No winner but always a loser.

Mysterious offenses isolated.

Getting close is a sin.

Wait to move in.

Let those who want take advantage.

Be the quiet observer.

Everyone's watching.

Be everyone and no one.