Loss of mind

In the land of the hopeless
in the land of the lost
My ship anchored 
at the bay of remorse 
I had been traveling 
a long way

the sea of grief
When I reach the
black shallow water
and the shore of the
land in the eternal-grief-zone
I had my time there
meeting friends of misfortune

This were all calculated and expected
but I could not imagine 
that in the darkest
Were I would meet the 
monsters of profiteering 
psychologist, psychiatrist and other soul-eating
manipulative creatures 

All these thing I endured with patience 

but I could not stand being loved

by you

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