Ambition to die

The world of pathetic dreams
And I have nothing left
But for an ambition to die
Yet be,
Yet be not being,
Misfit of an unkown experience
Cursed with crawling soul
The only hope
That one day my world might live
Or I might forget to live.
The outcast has no belief to pray to too
His only hope
Some Misty absurdity
To which he feeds slight burned reality
From his own visions.
Visions mingled with pathetic dreams.

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