A lost soul, roaming an empty street,
Trapped in a maze that he cannot defeat.
Fear stricken, with a need to be recognized,
A hollow mind will do anything for paradise.
A crazy thought can run as far as an imagination,
A dark deed could never be a source of salvation.
A sudden urge of defiance rattling in his subconscious,
A harmless hand is his only form of weakness.
Joy is like a hole, clogged with distress,
No tear can every detail out the stress.
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