Misery
By WickedThingz
Sitting here watching my own demise
A twisted play in front of my eyes
A fledgling tore my heart
Left me bleeding
A broken soul
Every dying moment
Every passing hour
Begging to die
From this there is no where to hide
Everything for just one moment
Anything for just one day
One more moment of what should have been
One more taste of what will never be
I sit
As my soul begs to die
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