>03. Inspirations Untitled

(23th June 2005)

What cure is there to a soul disease
I cry but these wounds do not cease
They don't fade or even show progress
I feel I can't nor shall ever rest
I have read and I have seen
People come and the same ones leave
I don't hear them nor do they complain
Maybe that was what ended their pain
Sadness is throwing me of my throne
Claiming my place, it wants to rule my world
This weakling I've become, I can no longer bear
I'm as well going to never come back
Maybe this uncomfort will soon end

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