Just near the river,
Hanging out my liver,
Crying out loud to the blood,
As the flow of water,
Descends to the writer,
Who lost all hope of the days to come.

Memories , memories,
Seeing myself to edge of lies,
Hearing betrayal's footsteps,
And nausea of the high steps,
As hate rooms right ahead,
Dismayed is my heart,
As I have no hut.

Tears flowing as cooling blood,
Submerged in that bloody river,
with no hope to rise up again and breath,
Just bloody hell all around me,
Seeing my sins right before me,
As judgement has already begun.

My nightmares recalls,
That sound of hope ringing in my ears,
As when all hope was lost,
A new sunrise with heart beats,
Of a second chance,
I heard in my ears.
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