When you're teetering in the mouth
of what appears to be hell,
nothing is more alive
but the beating of your heart.
Regret tastes so real
that you won't notice the tears
generously streaming down your face
and reminding you on what you have been.
Ambitions didn't matter anymore
with damnation holding out its manacles
and, yet, there's a glimmer of hope
with salvation trying to grope out of the dark.
Is it fate or is it man?
Is it a reality or is it a game?
Will I wake from a nightmare
or actually live in a bad dream?
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