Eventually
There is hardly room to breathe
In the darkest parts of me
I sink beneath its thick and heavy pitch
I’m not one to ask
And no one sees the pain
The horror of being empty
It’s nothing like the river Lethe
As it offers no chance to flee
And gives no peace to reach
But I’ll scream through the mask
And hope it is not in vain
Someday... I’ll be mighty
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