this vicious cycle of inner self demons, I twist and plot without holding my breath.....I see they come fighting from all angles, but no one there to catch my step....a trap set with out any regard....what do you think is the rightful the scared....hope is only what you feel...but if nothing else is given what's the POINT!!!! ......being a stone to step on to step over.... what is the holy grail....what time gets spent to fill the hell....


I can't make it better because it's not alright....I can't see the glory for the thorns in my side....


it's just a matter of time.....


just a matter of time.....


grinding out the hours...feeling like I'm trapt....in this vice so tight my head might explode...but speaking soflty has gotten me nowhere....it's time to see what's past the clouds now....through the mist and the fog....for it will be alright....alright....alright....


a rain so cold you almost mistake it for the pain....with heads full of doubt and eyes full of tears....I'm seemingly empty but with nothing to fear.....they say it gets harder before the storms pass....but this day and age it's not good enough to just exist....but being more each and every day.......
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