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My knuckles have turned to white,
From gripping the bar so tight.
Plunging ever faster through the night,
I abandon all - restraint, fear, sight.
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Bouncing blindly, I grimace,
Not from pain, but sudden bliss.
The pang of perception leaves me breathless,
Was I really so faithless to miss this?
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I see now what I've forgot,
That my worry's all for naught.
Trust in that eternal, stems the onslaught
Of uncertainty with which life is fraught.
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What new friends does the day bring?
One for one thousand acquainted.
Still, how true does friendship ring?
False as rusted steel is tainted.

Peer past the pretense of pleasantry.
Pursue the pith of their personality.
Perchance, you'll perceive the palsied glee
Pervading the pact you protect so passionately.

Friendship, true and bright,
I am afraid doesn't exist.
Not tonight, nor in any light.
It's era, we've missed.

Do we then despair?
Simply lay down and cry?
Nay, from life we won't shy,
This world's ours to bear.

Yet a burden more wondrous, a task more joyous
I dare you to find. Duty that eases the mind.
If for an age you discuss, it can't be done, thus
Rejoice ye mankind, your fate is far from maligned.

My soul is starving
With my spirit striving
And my consciousness contriving
For death's arriving

Heaven proclaims, my soul is starving
For even though faith resides aplenty
Of all else, I am barren and empty
For even though faith burns strong and brightly
My every action speaks contrary
Heaven proclaimed, my soul should starve.

I truly feel my spirit striving
For sweet surcease and release from the grind
To leave mortal limitations behind
For change or escape, no matter the kind
To rush to a fate, others feel resigned.
I truly felt my spirit strive.

Hopefully my consciousness contrives
For is not cessation of self, weakness
Silly, disregarding, childish quaintness
And it must be selfish to seek solace.
At the expense of kin's caring caress.
Hopelessly my consciousness contrived.

Now my soul has starved.
And my spirit has strived.
But no matter how much my consciousness contrived.
Peace has arrived.