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Slow Suicide
The suffocating grasp of your claws has
made my spirit too numb to feel the
persecuting heartache the
torturing turmoil and
conflicting sorrow of
all my failures
The ferocious slashing of your teeth has
made my skin too thick to feel the
blistering anguish the
flaming grief and
blazing torment of
all my disappointments
The poisonous howl of your rage has
made my ears too deaf to hear the
degrading screeching the
sickening shrieking and
agonizing squalling of
all your disapproval's
Existing with you is a slow suicide
I have nothing to continue for, for
I have no one to continue with
I have not anything, for
I have nothing
I have not anyone, for
I have no one
I am not anything, for
I am nothing
made my spirit too numb to feel the
persecuting heartache the
torturing turmoil and
conflicting sorrow of
all my failures
The ferocious slashing of your teeth has
made my skin too thick to feel the
blistering anguish the
flaming grief and
blazing torment of
all my disappointments
The poisonous howl of your rage has
made my ears too deaf to hear the
degrading screeching the
sickening shrieking and
agonizing squalling of
all your disapproval's
Existing with you is a slow suicide
I have nothing to continue for, for
I have no one to continue with
I have not anything, for
I have nothing
I have not anyone, for
I have no one
I am not anything, for
I am nothing
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