What fear doth fill my heart so endlessly,
To exist and never to be truly free?
For each step I take, I'm ever more confined,
My soul is caged and my spirit is blind.
No chance to fly, no hope of rest,
My life is a prison, my days never blessed.
Fear wraps around me like a heavy cloak,
My mind is a prison, my spirit a joke.
The fear of existence hangs over my head,
My life is a nightmare, my sanity fled.
Though I'm alive, I'm never really here,
My body is living, my soul is in fear.
Oh, why must we exist in such terror and dread?
The fear of existence is a heavy dread.
No matter how hard we try to escape,
Our souls are stuck in an endless state.
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Collection of Random Writing
AléatoireA collection of things I've written for fun over the years. Started as a CAS project, but now it's become a hobby.
