Lost again amongst the broken promises,
Sat upon bloodied stones,
 
My wrists are bleeding yet again,
Black Blood spilling from my bones,
 
Skies overhead are heavy with defeat,
I cannot breath the air,

There are so many choices,
But nobody even cares,

-TRAPT-AGAIN-IN-THE-DARKNESS-OF-MY-OWN-MAKING-
 
I'm scratching at my ears,
I'm pulling at my skin,

Because it's stained with my tears,
But it doesn't matter anymore,
 
My original image has frayed,
And my once sunny exterior,
Now swamped with the blackest shade,

-I-DRY-MY-EYES-ON-MY-TORN-SLEEVE-

But my despair still leaks out,
They say its better to have and lose,
Than to always be without,
 
-MY-CRIMSON-ADDICTION-MOCKS-ME-

I want it yet I don't,
I know that it has to end,
But I convince myself it won't,

-TALK-IS-CHEAP-FROM-BITTER-LIPS-

Words mean much but prove nothing,
All eyes are shut and turned away,
 But in my emptiness I clutch at something,

-THAT-THING-IS-MY-TERROR-

My eternal agonising cries,
Bright lights in the blackness,
A single death amongst our lives,

-AND-YET-THE-BRILLIANCE-OF-IT-ALL-

Is feeling the rippling bliss,
Of knowing that despite what is being said,
 
-MY-PILE-GROWS-WITH-ANOTHER-BROKEN-PROMISE-

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