Life On The Bed Of Thorns
Have you ever been so distant from the world,
that you felt so unwelcome,
feeling like your living on a bed of thorns.
You feel unique in a bizarre unnatural way
the everything is meaningless in a life thats said to be yours.
It's holding you on a thread,
but once that venom flows out, it leads to self destruction.
Undisturbed bites, cuts and tears, and an unconsious mind already dead and buried.
The heaviness and filth of eyes filled with extreme regret. I am living in some sort of death.
I can remember gasping at the admiration I had for the angel of death.
I was layed under a curse, feeling the suffering inhumanity,
of unmoving memories of continous sexual abuse.
Just some body please wake me up.
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