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Torment
Torment... I lie awake at night and I can’t fall asleep Recounting every single detail Of my life that’s passed and surely can’t be lived again Mistakes I’ve made and never learned from I stare in darkness at the pictures on the wall Waiting for their stories to unfold before me But I don’t see a thing, nor to hear a sound Only the gears in my mind that keep turning I watch the clock each night and track the time As it changes and nothing within me moves Dreamless again the ceiling always looks the same And death, in my mind can’t be much worse I need to change the way that I see the world Or turning my back should I walk away Too many people in life that I simply cannot face With motives of self and no one else’s needs I find again that the night is not a friend But a wolf in sheepskin, staring, lurking Waiting for the moment when it may pounce and feed On every weakness that lives and breathes in me Heart and soul and in every breath I take I feel the torment tearing through me And I can’t free myself from the awful truths As I am lying here waiting for the death of me…
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