The dead

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I am woven into a fantasy
Speckled with imperfections
Moved like a pawn in a game of chess
Brought down to my knees
By a love so utterly flawed
That I found myself praying dear god,
Put an end to this beautiful world
For it is but a meaningless miracle

Here I am floating restlessly
All by myself
In an ocean of why's and how's
Hearing their tortured breaths
From being confined to a casket
Confirming to the laws of the land
Time spins a tale of misery for them
As their writhing bodies are bound
With not a single soul
Willing to take a leap of faith

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