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Midnight thoughts
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Suicide, a thought of dreams unknown,
Of feelings that were never to be shown;
Death, illusion of eternal happiness
Or hell eternal. Who am I to guess?
Insanity, a feeling of the blessed,
Crazy for God or devil possessed!
Desperation - scream into the mist
Or tears that wipe away the burning list.
Joy of those who know the sorrow,
Joy of those who are the pain,
Joy for there is no tomorrow:
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain!
My eyes of flaming tears I cannot cry
Touching a smile of sorrow on my lips...
Away with leaded wings into the sky,
Emotions frozen in my fingertips.
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