Embodiment of Despair
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I scrape my heart to see if I find
even a gram worth of emotions
Emptiness all around
Embodiment of despair.
Songs play in the background
yet I don’t hear any sound
thoughts go round and round
in an ocean of apathy I have drowned.
Feeling nauseated all the time
Tell me, God, again, what is my crime?
Neither did I wish for fortune nor fame
Neither did any land I wish to claim.
Why, oh, why, then I feel sad?
Why at myself am I so mad?
I cut my fingertip and drink a liter of potion
I scrape my heart to see if I find
even a gram worth of emotions.