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Me vs. My Demons: Round 1
While trying to maintain an existence,
bound within the chains of addiction,
my soul sustained an affliction,
and no one came to listen
Pain became my prison,
heart depicting a profane depiction,
of, if there wasn't a hell, my suicidal intentions,
and is it insane for wishing ?
Why can't I refrain from visions,
of me laying in prison,
or 6 feet deep,
while people are saying, " good riddance " ?
I tried praying repentance,
hoping my days were lengthen,
only to find my life's purpose,
fades within each sentence,
Yet, today is not the ending,
for, I see the rays of a new beginning
piercing through the clouds of yesterday,
so, for today, I must say, I'm winning......
bound within the chains of addiction,
my soul sustained an affliction,
and no one came to listen
Pain became my prison,
heart depicting a profane depiction,
of, if there wasn't a hell, my suicidal intentions,
and is it insane for wishing ?
Why can't I refrain from visions,
of me laying in prison,
or 6 feet deep,
while people are saying, " good riddance " ?
I tried praying repentance,
hoping my days were lengthen,
only to find my life's purpose,
fades within each sentence,
Yet, today is not the ending,
for, I see the rays of a new beginning
piercing through the clouds of yesterday,
so, for today, I must say, I'm winning......
Published 20th Oct 2016
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