Cry For Annihilation

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Cry For Annihilation

I cry for my own annihilation;
My life in hell shreds,
My mind into micro pieces,
I live for nothing;
When will that ray of luminosity,
Cure my wish for that pleading,
Dark, death note to come true?
I cry for my own annihilation;
My life in hell shreds,
My mind into micro pieces,
I live for nothing;
When will that angel of death,
Cure my wish for a savior?
For I cry for my own annihilation;
My time to suffer;
My time to die;
My time for death;
Annihilation within my eyes;
Annihilation within my soul;
I cry for my own annihilation;
My life in hell shreds,
My mind into micro pieces,
I live as nothing—I am nothing;
When will my cry come true?

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Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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