My eyes open as confusion sets in;
a fragile mind becoming wrecked by sin,
true beauty lost in this present misery,
passionate drive remain familiar company.Digging deeper a hole of self-destruction,
everyday failing to maintain an instruction,
I close my eyes with pitiful shame
ruining a heart the way I play this game.Astray, I walk toward a marble fountain
where my pale face is reflected in the water, distorted by the rain.
My consciousness is lost; is this delusion or
is this where my spirit finds its conclusion?__________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐
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