I stopped caring for my Health
Now all i'm waiting for is Death
My heart cold,hard and made of Stealth
Speechless I've become and now out of Breath
Its quite disturbing i will know nothing of Wealth
My life fruitless and useless like a Heath
Life a sword removed out of its Sheath
Bemused and misunderstood,yet love lied Underneath
Once blood no-longer flows in my veins,all i'll see is a Wreath
This is when i'll be in the ground, in-between or Beneath
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