The Great Gesture For
Freedom
By Derek Walsh
I grow weary
I grow weak
I grow restless
Death I seek
I was hungry
I was old
I was fragile
Skin grows cold
Life of torment
Life of pain
Life of anger
Wrist and blade
Hid from terror
Hid from friends
Hid from darkness
Soon will end
Always frightened
Always need
Always cower
Now I bleed
Futile future
Futile past
Futile motives
Peace at last
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