My will is nothing but a shattered dream.
It's so scattered and torn that it makes me scream.
In my box, you'll find a key.
A key that holds the preservation of the myrtr in me.
As I stand at your door, panting.
I tell you this is nothing more then me ranting.
I'm not gonna tell you that life is worth living.
Because the bullshit and pain is so unforgiving.
People walk the streets, living a lie.
It's sickening, so just roll over and die.
Remeber the box I was talking about?
Forget the key; it was replaced with my doubt.
Forget it, your only just killing,
The people that are worth your willing.
-Nik
Lovelessxx00 Community Member 
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