The emotional pit in his stomach, stretched far beyond his control.
The arched enemy of his mind lost total blindness, to the soul..
He hasn't slept to his liking, which met with his lack of disaster.
The pulse rating of his heart, went just a little bit faster.
Now he plays with the strings that make him who he is.
But whatever it's worth, someone will be missed.
To much empathy to the ones who long to seek.
To much sympathy for the weak.
Losing his mind to the ones who never cared.
Bringing out his stories, of the ones he never shared.
By all means, whatever he lost could some day be found.
Whatever he gave, left without any sound.
He somehow knew that after the sorrow was out, he would be lost.
At any means, he knew that somehow this would cost.
So he took a deep breath and washed his sins away.
At the end of every nightmare, he still sat there and started to pray.
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