CRUEL HAND OF FATE
What do you call the greatest force? The one that drives you insane… The force that makes you love so, or the one that eats at your veins… Never have I known a feeling, greater than the one just before you decide to take your own life, Some say they are pure cowards… But do they know that we are truly brave? Longing for relief, when all we find is pain, Begging for an ending, to a life lived in vain. Then the memories of winters gone by, Of summers where the sky at night swept you away on a moonlit dream, Where the sound of your own heart breaking, reminded you of a cool summer stream. All the while you are trying to forget, the sound of your tears falling, from the last time that you wept. You forgot to feel emotion, forgot how to say a prayer. You cannot recall what it was like, to hear a friendly voice in your ear. Your body is now an object, one used to survive through life, one that has been taken and claimed, by him from your mares at night. Why not then embrace your fate, that will send you to the bans of hell… for all you could ever remember, is the cruel hand that fate has dealt.
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