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I can't do it...
I am too busy being
tied up by life,
tied down by people..
and ripped apart by a sea of frustration
It's the feeling of...
A legion of needles,
poisonous pricks piercing my skin
irrespective of its exposure
to the elements
A downward slide,
a gutter-bound dive
not a product of fate or fortune
but a result of my ever-apparent failings
I'm forever the architect of my destruction
I find myself frozen
amongst the flames of fear
being roasted alive
by the nighttime terrors
born of beatings
and tortured memories
of a hellish 'home'
I survive
on my own personal patch of Pandemonium
crawling with the demons
of darker days
hounding my mind...
decimating any hope of lasting happiness.
[Edited with an awesome amount of critique from Sumeet.]
I am too busy being
tied up by life,
tied down by people..
and ripped apart by a sea of frustration
It's the feeling of...
A legion of needles,
poisonous pricks piercing my skin
irrespective of its exposure
to the elements
A downward slide,
a gutter-bound dive
not a product of fate or fortune
but a result of my ever-apparent failings
I'm forever the architect of my destruction
I find myself frozen
amongst the flames of fear
being roasted alive
by the nighttime terrors
born of beatings
and tortured memories
of a hellish 'home'
I survive
on my own personal patch of Pandemonium
crawling with the demons
of darker days
hounding my mind...
decimating any hope of lasting happiness.
[Edited with an awesome amount of critique from Sumeet.]
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