My Life
My life is but a whirl wind of sorrow and shame..
Shards of metal, like knifes, lodge in my brain..
I walk through this..
Screams calling my name..
Unphased i go on..
Displacing the pain..
Alone on this dark road tattered and torn..
These voices of the forlorn..I try to ignore..
They call to me "save me" but yet i reframe..
I live with the suffering..I live with the blame..
This wind tears through me like a blade through my chest..
This constant agony...
My spirit wont rest...
A light's in the distance..
Is this a test?...
It's the Front Gates Of Hell...
I died from the stress...
Shards of metal, like knifes, lodge in my brain..
I walk through this..
Screams calling my name..
Unphased i go on..
Displacing the pain..
Alone on this dark road tattered and torn..
These voices of the forlorn..I try to ignore..
They call to me "save me" but yet i reframe..
I live with the suffering..I live with the blame..
This wind tears through me like a blade through my chest..
This constant agony...
My spirit wont rest...
A light's in the distance..
Is this a test?...
It's the Front Gates Of Hell...
I died from the stress...
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