The tears they flow, a river so troubled,
The pain ebbs with every wave,
The answer lies, just moments awaiting,
But the heart just isn't so brave,
A messed up soul, a tired old soldier,
Of the war of unrequited love,
Does he go on with guns ablazing,
Or has his time in hell been serve?
Is death the answer for a life less worthy,
Will mortal sins wash away the pain?
With a puff of smoke, with sex-starved strangers,
In vile will hope be gained?
The lights are fading, the kinship weak,
An island is this man,
Should time be wasted, should he end it all,
And in Death be his own true friend. . .
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