Unwinding
Unraveling
I'm coming undone
I don't feel like myself anymore
I'm falling apart
Slowly
So slowly each minute that passes feels like a decade of torture
Why is this happening to me
Why must this happen to me
I can't get out of my head
Where they are
Taunting me
Every hour
Every minute
Every day
Stop
Get out
I tell myself
I'm trying so hard to
But they're holding me hostage
About the Creator
Benita Gonzalez
Just a woman trying to make it in this messed up world and I'm trying my best it's not over till I'm underground
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Tortured Soul
The soul careened blindly through a void where it scraped against the walls of a narrow tunnel, amassing a cumulative friction that created all the heat the devil would ever need to torment it. There was no light at the end, not even a fire. From the bottom a cold wind blew, and the clash of extremities spawned vapors of terror in the deadened and numbed appendage that was this strange, delirious, drunken consciousness.
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