The Awakening

When the heart can't wonder and the soul can't breath
The anger sets back in, it becomes harder to be me
Frustration and pain, incoherence and perdition
Honor, passion, joy, and euphoria, all lost to malice's current condition
The sage is sleep
I patiently await the awakening
The pain is deep
I know the perseverance is breaking
Consumption is apparent
To perceive is to suffer
The stress is exorbitant
At the insensitive hands of a lover



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