This Constant Burden
And I’ve never felt such powerful claws crush the insides of my chest.
Panic pierces through my eyes and the blood that flows within my veins turn ice cold.
My thoughts are just overwhelmed like the vigorous waves that hit the shore and that are so desperate to get back.
I see those threatening eyes glow in the darkness and I know that whatever this is, its a master of deceit.
Now my life hangs on the hands of a maniac who only seeks fear.
My soul is being scraped by a knife of about a million blades and I cant do anything!
Tears stream down my helpless eyes and for the first time I have the giddiness to pray for fucken mercy.
Fear consumes my everyday and every night, my strength weakens. The thought of loosing this horrid battle is scratching my brain, and i know
that deep within the shadows my death lies in wait.
I whisper “Pink petals breaking” as the image of my blood gushing out of my body fades.
My heart cracks as each heart beat passes the paranoia is increasing as I take each step.
When will this constant burden end? When will the sun stop playing hide and seek in my life?
The pain of grief is shredding me apart limp by limp by the phantoms that haunt me since that night.
My tears seem like small garnet gems that glisten and spread.
The rasp of his voice against my ear and my flesh is just something I wish I didn’t hear.
Now I lay in wait waiting for sleep to come, yet its so unwanted.
I’m forever tainted. And evil still persists in my every day
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