Soul of Angust...

You are the one who created the rivers with your tears....

Singing your song of sorrow for all these years...
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For something you can’t find that is ever so dear...

Even though it is so near....

With shattered wings you try to fly....

Only to tell your self such a lie...

A blood shedded tear forms from thy eye...

Desperately wishing it was possible to die...

Your a slave to your own instincts and mind...

Depression and anxiety are upon you to dine....

Yet still your always in search ta find....

The existence that has made you so blind...