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Those spiteful days has come and passed
of lasting sorrow and pain amassed
amongst the humbled and weak, i stood
rotting away like an old driftwood.

Sprouting out from within this emptiness
a mishmash of emotions I find hard to express
forever bound to my ankles and wrists
this perpetual unrest, to this day, persists.

Lost amidst the vast seas of uncertainty
clenched helplessly on the edge of sanity
battered by the waves of my own imperfection
drifting alone, without direction.

Beneath the shifting sands of time, I sank
feebled, crippled by these thoughts that rank
vision's clouded by fear and hate
in this barren land I did create.

Maybe they were made to happen
those times that were best forgotten.

Description
Those spiteful days has come and passed
of lasting sorrow and pain amassed
amongst the humbled and weak, i stood
rotting away like an old driftwood.

Sprouting out from within this emptiness
a mishmash of emotions I find hard to express
forever bound to my ankles and wrists
this perpetual unrest, to this day, persists.

Lost amidst the vast seas of uncertainty
clenched helplessly on the edge of sanity
battered by the waves of my own imperfection
drifting alone, without direction.

Beneath the shifting sands of time, I sank
feebled, crippled by these thoughts that rank
vision's clouded by fear and hate
in this barren land I did create.

Maybe they were made to happen
those times that were best forgotten.