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Post Mortem

Screaming from the top of my lungs.
Weaponized words I wield like guns.
My conscience was stillborn, not breathing.
Why the fuck canít anyone see me?

Broken, my resolve is fading.
I can feel the demons invading.
My thoughts, just blackness and pain,
A singular need, feed my vein!

Paradox, the needle doesnít stop the dreams.
Shattered bones, alone, a child screams.
A plunger push and the monsterís fed.
Laughing at the loser left for dead.

Hear me! Iím beating on the walls of myself.
Nothing but a remnant of a soul to sell.
Self pity succumbs to blind rage.
I cut myself, another war to wage.

Raise my hands to the sky, nothing touches me.
I circle the drain of a cesspool destiny.
No more happy thoughts, I canít afford them.
Maybe Iíll find my peace post mortem.
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Written by LtDansLegs (Jay.)
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