Rest In Peace
At your mercy.
Come now be the good little boy.
Bow down.
Grovel upon my feet.
One of the crippled.
The one who needs others.
Why even bother?
Why not just end your life?
Depression creeps in.
Hide it with a dozen masks.
But still it never fades.
You just don't get it.
I'm not here to stake my claim.
That has been already done over and over again,
over and over again, over and over again.
Witness the end.
I have a new design in mind.
One never seen before.
One step at time.
And it's mine to give, to share.
I give it freely no strings attached.
In someways I have long been detached from this very world.
A numbness that just won't go away.
At your mercy.
Come now be the good little boy.
Bow down.
Grovel upon my feet.
One of the crippled.
The one who need others.
Why even bother?
Why not just end your life?
Depression creep in.
Hide it with a dozen masks.
But still it never fades.
Night turns to day.
As the time continues to melt away.
Soon it is as if it was never there.
An empty shell will someday mark my grave.
Here lies a man with no name.
Let him rest in peace.
And this is something in life that is never permanently reached.
Soothing the savage beast.
The echo of newborns heart beat.
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poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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