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the cry of the abandoned child, longing for shelter

feeling of being alone in a crowded street

the staring eyes emerging from the dark

repeating darkness that surrounds, in your dreams...

I'm the toxin in your veins

which makes your soul bleed

I'm the hidden desire of reliving

that emotion over again

feeding upon your fear,

submitted to awareness...

I'll grow on your sorrow

when you least expect it,

I'll be the only...

true enemy

cause, I'm despair

the hand on your shoulder by which you realize the end is there.

endless masquerades of hiding from me.

I'm the flowing blood which represents being alive.

the hollowness of your hopes...

when your river stops to flow...

a motionless ocean...

when there is no more option

of expressing yourself

feeding upon your fear,

submitted to awareness

I'll grow on your sorrow

when you least expect it

I'll be your only true enemy

cause I'm despair

realizing you became whom

or what you always hated...

knowing you will never receive

what your heart desires...

once tasted life...

A untamed passion

I'll cut it up in pieces...

and leave the remains to rot, cause...

I'm despair...