Running from the memories that cut his heart,
Pressured by the sorrow he feels from it,
Tortured by the misery he feels everyday,
And suffocated by the hate towards him.
Trying to escape with no hope,
There is no hope for him now,
Surviving on his own all his life,
With no one to guide him.
He tries to save himself,
His attempts go without success,
Alone and scared in this hateful world,
Soon to all come to an end.
Looking back at the fear he lived in,
He raises the blade to free him from his chains,
A single tear runs down his face and drops to the floor,
Reflecting all his pain in his cold isolation.
His vision starts to fade as a drop of blood joins his tears,
Falling down he cries in grief,
And then realizes that he will no longer be harmed,
For he is now safe from the cold.
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