Devoid
DEVOID
Walking wounded on a desolate road
My only companion coursing through my veins
And so much pain that I don't feel a thing
I've never hurt this much
Desperately yearning for any kind of touch
I hold hands with the devil
How did I ever get to this level
Like pulling a bullet from your chest
And falling in love with the lead that it left
Everything is upside down
Spinning circles on a broke down Merry-Go-Round
Closing your eyes you pull the blankets over your head
Knowing that come morning you will wish you were dead
There's no sense in trying to run
You know the agony that is sure to come
You can hear them gathering round
It's an unmistakable sound
You cannot even fathom the torture they shall put you through
Beg for it all you want because not even death is coming to save you
Copyright © Tara Foster | Year Posted 2022
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