Butchered spirit, black thoughts

Dearest Genie in my life,
Where are you when I am in strife
Happy is as happy does
My only happiness seems to be oblivion
Take away my life, it’s pleasures and it’s pains
Take away my memories and
If there’s anything left,
Take that away too

Leave me with nothing
Not even myself
And let me go like I was never here
Take me back
To wherever I came from
Grant me a wish and
Reverse the hands of time
So I never was.

 

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