Trapt
I am stained from the things I've done,
I try to hide from them,
But they chase and I cannot outrun,
Slowly pulling me to requiem.
Depression has sung eternally,
The hate hangs in the notes,
Driving me to insanity,
The pain is so cutthroat.
Falling through the darkness,
The despair pulls me down with its weight,
It eats at me and leaves me lifeless,
But the pain slowly abates.
I am afraid to feel,
Anything thats real.
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