On my own
But still reach the limits
The crust rust in dust but I shall never loose faith
I'm stuck in the mud but I can't quit looking for my ways out
My boots are hard to carry but I can't let go
My strength is on a roof level but I'm still forcing my way up.
On my own
Even my primogenitors derelicts my soul
They used to stand beside me and now they gave up
Omniscience escaped my life
Omnipotence escaped my soul
All I'm left with I, only myself
And I can't give up on the body that was mine from the start
I guess I've got to make a living on my own.
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On my Own
PoetryOn my own, fighting to keep my breathes, longing to grab a life, yet whatever that which life has in store for me is pain and the least of ecstasy.
