Lost within
The fear of the past and today’s off with a blast.
Time comes quickly it seems as the light of the sun beams.
For I am the wretched lost soul of my enemy,
Yet no one can seem to read right through me.
I am th lost pain of the present wrapped in a thick infested sauce of my future,
All while the pain is so immense that the dreams of my present decorate my past.
I am the soldier that lost his way filled with disheartened dismay,
Dipped in a hatred cleanse and then brought through the spray.
What are you, what am I, when all I have left is to die.
The purified hatred and the adolescent thoughts mixed with the hallowed memory of the old man here before you.
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