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I want an adventure without the danger,

a love without the pain,

a life without the boredom,

a death without disdain.

Am I stuck forevermore

in this state of limbo?

I can feel it building up inside:

this frustration, this anger.

What do I do?

Maybe I’m colorblind,

in the figurative sense, mind you.

Oh, there’s no hope for a dead man walking.

Stop watching, stop looking, stop gawking,

I can’t help but hate your pity.

My passion, gone away,

oh, lo, I can’t keep the darkness at bay.