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Thursday, November 21, 2013

Torn



Madness and fury fills in my troubled soul
Screams of treachery ache my body in whole
Fear twists and consumes specks of hope
Slipping away from the ties of God' rope

Disbelief in God's grace slowly fills up my mind
If only I can reset to a earlier place, to rewind
For this madness can crumble mountains far and wide
Oh dear God, trust in my long awaited suicide

Redness of the eyes boil up with the hunger for relieving blood
Slit away at my wrists until the entire bathroom is in flood
Stare into the mirror and wish that I was never at all born
I'd ask God for help, but this spirit is far too torn


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