hard to explain this next one . lets just say that sometimes life isnt the nicest place to be and leave it at that for now .
loneliness my friend
my festering cancer
my blackness
my own personal death
my bitter tormentor
my existence
my keeper
my prison
there is no white knight to save me now
too tired to save myself
from lingering death
eyes too dried to cry
a heart too weakened to care
a soul too wasted to survive
trapped and tortured
chained and bleeding
a slow suffercating death
with no end
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