it's so tiring that it begins to hurt
the way my brain has begun to break
down and go on straight line tangents
without thinking,"for what or whose sake
do I do this action? How is it supposed
to help the sake of my world? when I know
that all it's going to do is destroy? take my
own memories and beat me with them, so
that the blood will flow from my gaping wounds
and into the deep abyss that is my world.
it's becomming harder and harder to
keep things together, and from being twirled
into the hell that I make for myself
with each and every sinful thought
losing the controls, and losing old
and past battles that i've fought.
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