Freak

no song is left for me to sing

dark is all that light will bring

nothingness is everything

enlightenment is what i seek 

ventures lead to what i reap

the things i think make me a freak

but seperate me from the sheep 

no rest is found even in sleep 

i scratch i bleed

i sew i leave

 

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