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dark soul
in my aching hours I yearn for relief,
inside the torturous burn
I seek asylum from the madness
in the loneliness scream
no one gives a fuck I have no friends
it's my own fault I fall and I refuse to reach out for help
I won't ask for the balm
I will take it by force
I'm angry inside and I lie about it
I smile with fire in my eyes
my wrath slips out
I try to tame it but its there none the less
it's a darkness so great
I unplug from it and lose myself
inside the blackness is my soul, eaten alive
a chasm of guilt keeps me from crossing over
I love you people but my attempts at love are feeble at best
again I wonder am I human?
if demons are the only souls I can trust to be honest
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