Inside myself I slowly slumber, To the rhythm of the new world humbler. Convincing and tearing I slowly sleep, To the echo of the echoing darkening deep. Found out long ago I need to rest, Found out long ago that it is none to lest. I lost myself in the weakening, I found myself in the deepening. Myself, my soul, my self esteem, Just too much it finds to gleam. In the glory, in the history of my past, None I was, the one that couldn’t last. So pure, soulless, you won over the kiss, So don’t heed anymore, to hurt what I am this. Singing a song of hate, singing that song of lust, What must I be, what must as to be must, To the noose, I walk alone, Look to the ceiling the curving dome. So gentle but so misunderstood, Wish I could have told you, I wish I could. To commit this crime was my own choice, To think about it, to cry or to rejoice. I hold my lonely heart in my lap, To give in, is a no mans land map.
Better than your last, but again, some forced rhyming brings you down. You either need to rhyme less, or really go over your lines when they rhyme, try to avoid it as much as possible, otherwise, good work.