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What it is to live?
As to die?
How is one to breathe?
But to sob?

To be of this decaying world,
One has to ask,
To what purpose must I exist?
To whose power must I bow
but to a heart that seeks
Of love and forgiveness
Of home bound of kisses warm
and embraces tight.

Must I forever prowl the dark
Alleys of a haunted street and
rest in the pavements of corners cold
Must I?
Must I drown in a swamp dried up
Void of life, of soul, of heart
Must I?
Ask as I may that no answer shall come.

Have I lived to just die?
Or have I died to be alive?