Here we go again
Using words
As the doors
Of my deepest down
Ah there is a well
Down there
My will denies
Its existence
Cause it's not easy
To accept the reality
Ego wants to protect itself
Otherwise cannot survive
That well in my deepest down
Is a black box
Keeping every detail
Of a suffering soul
It once had a picture
With a bright sun
In a blue sky
A warming breeze
On green plains
Children are playing
Happy and running
Laughing and shouting
It was the picture of
Pure happiness
The black box
Was beaming outside
But the real world
Was not that shiny
The hands of darkness
Grabbed the box
Threw it into
The hell of prejudices
The innocent soul
Burnt amongst
The coldness of
Heartless, soulless, mindless
Army of letters
Damage has been done
Innocent love is gone
Killed by "the one"
The box down there
Is sealed
For there is no strength
Left to move on
Now it's time
To act like
Life is perfect
Complete my tasks
To be "the best"
Only one question
Is left to be asked
"Why God why
If we weren't meant to be
Why the hell did you
Put me in this loveless
Real hell of loneliness?"
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