Sunday 20 January 2013

Acidic Corrosion

If I could fly, just for one day,
I would fly from my mind, far away,
My thoughts are acid corroding my mind,
Eating away all the good things of mine,
For I am sick, twisted and disturbed,
Did I earn this? Is it deserved?
Fly away from my thoughts, please,
I've had enough of the pain, please,
Help me.
Help me. Die.
Kill off this disgusting me,
Rebuild a greater being,
Transform me into someone good,
Drown the old me in a flood,
Forever flying away from my thoughts,
Dying. Always. Never. Longing. Painfully. Ending. Forever. Gone.

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