The fear of being alone, it consumes you.
Toying with the feelings of those around you,
To feel comfort in the love you fabricate.
To feel something in the life you've come to hate.
You dig to feel passion because you crave more.
Getting lost in a life you'd had a dream for.
The brutality in others you once despised,
you have now become - your moral compromise.
A quarrel of heart and soul, left feeling numb,
to your own wrath of emotions you succumb.
Forgetting the one you'd vowed to remember,
only to feel, unable to surrender.
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