Each Day I Die A Litle More Inside
Running From My Existence,
Trying To Hide...Nowhere Can I Find
Just Moments Of Peace...Silly Me Thinking That
The Drama Would Cease...Turbulent Is What
I Would Say
To Describe My Life...Missing The Feeling Of
Cold Steel As I Stare
At The Knife...Just One Little Slash
And I Will Be Just Right
As Rain So I Can Find
My Focus Hidden
Beneath The Pain...That First Burning
Sensation Grips Me Tight...
To Be Continued...
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PoetryLife Is For The Living, Death Is For The Dead... Let Life Be Like Music, And Death A Note Unsaid...