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I am myself and rely strictly on myself

I am an unfinished puzzle

A flower searching for truth in the lone abyss of the deepest depths of winter

Unable to find comfort, I slowly fade away

I am the composer of the saddest symphony, and the artist that paints suicide

With unspoken words, tantalizing, tempting me

To descend the spirtal staircase

Wavering off the lightened path

Into eternal inferno, burning my soul

I believe I am the lone wolf who, at night, cries to be forgiven

And I believe with such mercy shown to me

I no longer need to walk alone

For my mind is, in all, my best friend

A raven, black as the cruel night

Yells in search of justice

As I have once done, when all was lost, when the moon illuminated the night's wrath, upon a soul searching for reason