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A Stranger to Self
I take a hard look at myself, begging for understanding and truth.
In anger I scream at my reflection, "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"
Then I fall to the floor; tears of despair sting my face.
An unexplained loneliness has me feeling completely out of place.
So frustrated with my lack of reason, no longer able to repress;
I threaten to take this life, once again breaking under the stress.
My heart longs for something, though I don't know what.
My mind is racing, and my eyes are shut.
I am truly alone. How can anyone ever understand?
Without knowing my pain, having regret stained hands?
Conflict between personalities, leaves a devastating wake,
Pushes sanity to the break. How many breathes left to take?
I must rid my mind of this sickness, kill the enemy within.
Prepare the Lord for my arrival, and pay for their sins.
For I can no longer stand, the sound of my breaking heart.
And I cannot deal, with my sanity breaking apart.
One round in the chamber, one final breath.
One last look at myself, sentencing you to death.
One remaining tear in my eye, I wait for it to drop.
I stand before my judgment, and I take the shot.......
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In anger I scream at my reflection, "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!"
Then I fall to the floor; tears of despair sting my face.
An unexplained loneliness has me feeling completely out of place.
So frustrated with my lack of reason, no longer able to repress;
I threaten to take this life, once again breaking under the stress.
My heart longs for something, though I don't know what.
My mind is racing, and my eyes are shut.
I am truly alone. How can anyone ever understand?
Without knowing my pain, having regret stained hands?
Conflict between personalities, leaves a devastating wake,
Pushes sanity to the break. How many breathes left to take?
I must rid my mind of this sickness, kill the enemy within.
Prepare the Lord for my arrival, and pay for their sins.
For I can no longer stand, the sound of my breaking heart.
And I cannot deal, with my sanity breaking apart.
One round in the chamber, one final breath.
One last look at myself, sentencing you to death.
One remaining tear in my eye, I wait for it to drop.
I stand before my judgment, and I take the shot.......
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Published 30th Nov 2012
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