Poems and Stuff Part 2

Surely Burn

I sit here and wonder, where I went wrong?
To be in this place, singing these songs.
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About all this death, and no where to turn.
And when I die, my soul will surely burn.
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But then I wonder, where my light had gone?
Why everyone left, leaving me here alone?
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I strum my guitar, for dead in the room.
And sing out my words, as I fill up this tomb.
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How my knife slices, cutting through the skin.
Freeing the lost souls, that is stuck within.
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The endless dark hole, growing deep in my chest,
Is constantly whispering, as if I'm possessed.
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The more I hide it, the bigger it gets.
To ignore the dark, you'll owe it a debt.
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I strum these strings, one final time.
Then the darkness takes, this soul of mine.