The Last Strand
There's a reign of pain
Tormenting my worn out brain
Driving me insane
I just can't seem to maintain
Sometimes biting a bullet
Seems the most humane
You just never foresee
When rational thoughts flee
And your driven to your knees
Begging God please
Grant me a reprieve
But with all my begging for mercy
There's no guarantee
To be set free
So I fight this war
Behind locked doors
Curled up in fetal position
On the cold marble floor
Beads of sweat pouring out my pores
And the voice inside screams
I can't take any more
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2016
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