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Anything

I can't do it,
I'm too busy being tied up by life
tied down by people
and raped by frustration

It's the feeling of...

A thousand needles,
poisonous pins,
pricking every piece of flesh
irrespective of it's exposure
to the elements

A downward slide,
picking up the pace
amassing a mean amount of momentum
as I approach rock bottom

I'm immobilised
by household demons,
frighteningly familiar faces
a barrage of every day inescapable evils

I live in a haunted house
filled to the brim
with the ghosts of my past
bringing to the present
an unparalleled amount of pain.
Written by Duncan (Duncan Alexander)
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