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The Cleansing of the Way
I can feel it
Creeping, crawling
Like a living thing
It’s ironic
Slowly, surely
How death is alive
It devours
Eating, breeding
Inside of my mind
The septic flesh
Turning, rotting
Away in my head
Someone heal me
Of parasitic growth
Or just kill me
And end my woes
I crave release
Easing, pleasing
By the pills that numb
So I can sleep
Resting, blessing
Please, don’t let me wake
Listen to lies
Blaming, damning
Words from hypocrites
That give me years
Hurting, burning
Always suffering
Someone heal me
Of those eternal throes
Or just kill me
And end my woes
I dream of peace
The cleansing of the way
Just to awake
In a world of pain
If you love me
Let me die
Creeping, crawling
Like a living thing
It’s ironic
Slowly, surely
How death is alive
It devours
Eating, breeding
Inside of my mind
The septic flesh
Turning, rotting
Away in my head
Someone heal me
Of parasitic growth
Or just kill me
And end my woes
I crave release
Easing, pleasing
By the pills that numb
So I can sleep
Resting, blessing
Please, don’t let me wake
Listen to lies
Blaming, damning
Words from hypocrites
That give me years
Hurting, burning
Always suffering
Someone heal me
Of those eternal throes
Or just kill me
And end my woes
I dream of peace
The cleansing of the way
Just to awake
In a world of pain
If you love me
Let me die
Published 10th Jun 2014
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