Fear, I Do
Spiked by the needles inserted
through my arms.
I bleed with my anxieties.
I need to fix my needs.
My veins thrash inside my flesh.
I want to break free.
Just for one day.
Bring back the real me.
I beg the man in the mirror.
The glass is cracked.
The frame is on fire.
I am burning.
Release me, please.
Demons which crawls before
they stalk.
In the darkest hour and beneath
my shadow.
They roam freely in the back of
my mind.
Scraping the walls clean in my
brain.
Yet, not relieving my pain.
Nothing matters to nobody.
Why should anything.
When nothing should.
The place where and to I walk.
Poisoned by the shades living by
the rules of paranoia.
I feel them hanging onto my
soul.
I smell them when the wind
blows.
As my darkness breaks.
I will never be set free.
Fear, I do.
When I have to stare into the sky.
When will forgiveness rain my
way.
The day when death begins.
Will be the end of my story.
When I die.
Surrounded by the flies.
Surrounded by my endless lies.
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