The lambent sun blocked out by doubt and jealousy,
Oh how I wish I would not follow the sun on it's perennial journey,
But fate hath made it so, and I must go.
Hold me in this abrupt moment,
Before I throw thee to the flames,
It's amazing what fate can give,
And in an instant take away,
Am I right to doubt?
Or just too self-centred to see?
I try to forgive,
But I won't let me.
I travel foreign lands in search of light,
In search of what is right,
But still I find no resemblence of what I had before.
Hate has driven me to insanity,
This life without light feels numb,
It's unfinished and needs to be tweeked in places, but give me some
CONSTRUCTIVE critisism if you'd be so kind :D
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