Cry of a Weary Soul

The invasive shadows of my psyche hover over me
The time passes ever slowly and I await my demise
Though it would seem a crime committed by mind
deemed sickly,
My heart yearns for the bittersweet release, I realize
My duty to this cruel world
My soul indeed belongs to it
Never to be my own, though my light must be lit
For the sake these beings I give my life
Forsaking all hope of respite
I embrace the strife.

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