In darkness deep, a heart does bleed,
An incel's soul, crushed by need.
A tortured, quiet, anguished wail,
A tempest lost in endless gale.
He peers through shattered glass and pain,
At love he'll never hold nor gain.
A rose ungrasped, its thorns entwined,
His aching heart, forever confined.
With every shattered, lonely breath,
He reaches for a love near death.
Yet shackles forged of doubt and scorn,
Bind him to a life forlorn.
And as the world in joy proceeds,
He withers, trapped in endless weeds.
His tears, a flood, a ceaseless tide,
A well of torment, deep and wide.
Solitude, his only mate,
In his heart, an endless weight.
A murmur weak, a desperate sigh,
"Am I not worthy, to live, to try?"
In darkness deep, a heart does bleed,
An incel's soul, choked by greed.
A love unspoken, a silent moan,
A shattered dream, forever alone.
In shadows dark, a heart does weep,
An incel's soul, a secret keep.
A burdened, silent, anguished cry,
A storm that rages in the night.
He gazes through a glassy veil,
At love he cannot ever hail.
A rose unheld, its petals fall,
His aching heart, a prison wall.
With every breath, he yearns to touch,
The love he craves, desires so much.
Yet chains of fear and self-contempt,
Bind him to a life unkempt.
And as the world moves on with grace,
He lingers, lost in time and space.
His tears, a torrent, ceaseless flow,
A well of pain, a chasm of woe.
Loneliness, his constant friend,
In his heart, an unhealed rend.
A whisper soft, a piteous plea,
"Am I not worthy, to be free?"
In shadows dark, a heart does weep,
An incel's soul, a secret keep.
A love untold, a silent scream,
A broken dream, a dying gleam.
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