Broken promise

Life! Your broken promise
Rears a throne upon my breath
Upon the airs in which I'm breathing
Creeps the silent tone of death
That by the trace of my existence
has been led throughout the path
That has been carved by the disasters
Of my life that fuels the wrath
Of that, the very severed promise
That has reared itself a throne
Upon my miniscule existence
On this night I die alone

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