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Living a life of death,
Every final breath
Leaves me to breathe again -
Which of my many sins
Am I left to atone?
I'm living here alone;
Anticipating betrayal -
My confident portrayal
Is nothing but a mask
That hides from you the task
That I have set for me:
I cannot let you see
The mess that I've inside -
I've nowhere left to hide.

Living a life of death,
Breathing in drowning breaths
In a world that buries me;
That seems more like tragedy.
I'm searching for the door -
I cannot take much more.
Is there hope out there?
An answer to my prayer?
Can I escape my cell -
Escape my self-made shell?
I can see only fear -
There is no escape here
From the Fate that I have found;
With the hollow gift I'm crowned.


AN: Inspired by a line in Samsquatch's story Life in a Fishbowl. Thank you for taking the time to read it! Gramercy and God bless you!