IllusionA Poem by WhiskurzI breathe the air of discontent I fail in all my goals I walk the path that never ends Not knowing where it goes My hopes and dreams are buried deep In a place that I can't find I follow the voices only I can hear Within my infected mind I tell them my soul is not for sale But yet they beckon me come I peer into this place unknown That's too unholy for some What have I on earth to trade? A failure since my birth Even hell would turn its back A scar upon this earth Cursed to walk this world alone An illusion, nothing real Friend to me is a foreign word Too numb to even feel
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