I held in my hand

[Gustave420]

I held in my hand many things over the years.
From Paper to plastic, from Death and fears
I fear that i might not be able to love
As though i have finaly freed a dove.

So i sit here now, feeling terrible things
and when i think back the past stings
for i was a monster of human rage
I only wish i had some one to turn the page

I would leave this world behind
yet there is of man kind
i have no friends or fun
oh how i wish i was done

For in this place of pain and gore
my soul has sunk and become a whore
i wish for warmth i wish for love
but i cannot ever since that dove

I am to scared to end my pain
like im always screaming in the rain
i know how it feels, i know what i did
yet now of me all you are rid

Better be rid of me and curse my name
because except for me we are all the same
so i lay down to rest, no reason to be
so fall in to dream, to see what i see.

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