A Stream of Consciousness
Stung by thoughts too evil
to comprehend
to try to explain
I feel this pain
As sharp as ever,
Pricking me into consciousness
Holding my breath forever
Teasing me into submission
I yearn for sleep
But these voices urge me on
to commit the sins of others
to condemn my parents by association
to a son no mother could love
They try
god bless them
to help me
to usher in a new dawn
to give me a will
to fight not to bend
but i prefer to live alone
with the demons that dance in my head
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