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Pain


Caught in regrets

Pain, depressed

A Chaos, a mess

The sheer emptiness

The hurt and distress

It all makes the clicks

Enhance the sensation

Of deep nothingness

 

A glimpse of apathy,

A twinge of indifference

And a load of everlasting hate

Pour into my spirit

Conquer my soul

Break me apart

And take all control

Leave me here

Let me die in peace

And allow the crimson grease

To flow down my veins

Onto my wrist

And to the floor

 

Drop after another,

Until I’m entirely consumed,

Totally involved,

In the tragic tune

Buried deep within

So involved,

That my spirit forms a unity,

My soul a complex singularity

A dual intricate personality

Not a hypocrite

But insanity

Not a result of arrogance,

Nor of vanity

But  a human suffering from humanity. 

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blackveeil
<p>wow</p>

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