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I Am The Suffering
The chain of fire burns
Into the flesh of my arm
It’s the only thing
That slowly stops the pain inside
Ripping and tearing
Inside my chest locked
Like a beast yearning
For the cage door to open
So I sit around with nothing
With so much fate on my shoulders
Stability is a distant past
Pain is all that’s left
The suffering that endures
Has become my very life
In its completion
I’ll be left but dead
The fire burns tonight
The chain etching its mark
As it’s wrapped around me
Burning it’s encryption
Marking endless pain
And infinite fate
With nothing left do to
But sit around and wait for death
Losing all control
Heartbroken and lustless
My heart and hormones cease
For I have told them to
Cause they only lead to more pain
I may be masochistic
But there are some pains I can’t stand
So here alone I’ll wait
For the pain to turn me
Into the marionette that I’m meant to be
A puppet played by the hands of fate
The torture doll for the sadist
Who simply wishes for their end
That they know may never come
The hope for salvation
Has been one long lost
The burning inside me
Only balanced by the chain
Smoldering and smoking
Leaving it’s bite marks
Some will last forever
And some will fade away
But it’s never enough
I still cannot stand to live
The voices are unforgiving
They hate me as much as I
They know what all I’ve done
In death they hope I’ll stay locked away
So I plague no others forever
For I’m like the virus
That has made so many suffer
And I should be quarantined
Possibly even studied
So they can prevent shit like me
Forever being born again
This life of mine that I’ve lived
Was all a mistake from the start
My father knew it before my birth
But he didn’t know what to do
He didn’t think to stop my life
So instead he took his own away
And he’s not the only one
That I’ve caused so much hell
I drove my uncle to cocaine
And drove my friends to the blade
The gods have failed to prevent me
So why don’t they destroy me
I’m a pestilence to all they’ve made
A destroyer born of mistakes
I am the suffering that was never meant to be
Owned by Dustin Smith: Bastardofbodom666
Into the flesh of my arm
It’s the only thing
That slowly stops the pain inside
Ripping and tearing
Inside my chest locked
Like a beast yearning
For the cage door to open
So I sit around with nothing
With so much fate on my shoulders
Stability is a distant past
Pain is all that’s left
The suffering that endures
Has become my very life
In its completion
I’ll be left but dead
The fire burns tonight
The chain etching its mark
As it’s wrapped around me
Burning it’s encryption
Marking endless pain
And infinite fate
With nothing left do to
But sit around and wait for death
Losing all control
Heartbroken and lustless
My heart and hormones cease
For I have told them to
Cause they only lead to more pain
I may be masochistic
But there are some pains I can’t stand
So here alone I’ll wait
For the pain to turn me
Into the marionette that I’m meant to be
A puppet played by the hands of fate
The torture doll for the sadist
Who simply wishes for their end
That they know may never come
The hope for salvation
Has been one long lost
The burning inside me
Only balanced by the chain
Smoldering and smoking
Leaving it’s bite marks
Some will last forever
And some will fade away
But it’s never enough
I still cannot stand to live
The voices are unforgiving
They hate me as much as I
They know what all I’ve done
In death they hope I’ll stay locked away
So I plague no others forever
For I’m like the virus
That has made so many suffer
And I should be quarantined
Possibly even studied
So they can prevent shit like me
Forever being born again
This life of mine that I’ve lived
Was all a mistake from the start
My father knew it before my birth
But he didn’t know what to do
He didn’t think to stop my life
So instead he took his own away
And he’s not the only one
That I’ve caused so much hell
I drove my uncle to cocaine
And drove my friends to the blade
The gods have failed to prevent me
So why don’t they destroy me
I’m a pestilence to all they’ve made
A destroyer born of mistakes
I am the suffering that was never meant to be
Owned by Dustin Smith: Bastardofbodom666
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