The title to the piece is called, “Dark Eternal” and it goes like this: I couldn’t tell the difference between pain and suffering, or dislike for able and settled. I couldn’t separate my body from the stone walls in this dark cell I live in each day, that bred me into this man of eternal rage and hate, allowing myself to crumble. Buried alive, a prisoner held within his own dark world, and I can’t escape. Yes, I must admit it’s a daily struggle. I never knew the seasons would go against me, that the sun would burn out its ray and fall. I alone standing in this dark. And blurry, the clouds, the skies grow colder and darker against me. Why am I so empty? Of the fact known that I became a man I never wanted to be, so violently but yet less cold, alone, and empty. I couldn’t tell the difference between being alive and feeling free. Because the pain and sadness had damaged my spirit, leaving me to be caged beyond the big city of freedom I had never truly felt or treasured. I failed and failed to clearly decipher, appearing conscious in perception of being high in hopes and body free again. To this day, my emotions remain sadly, unstable, lingering, like whispery shredded leaves of winter frost among dark eternal winds.
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