Bloodshot eyes that won't Stay open.
Tear-stained cheeks covered in dirt.
A terror that never leaves the body.
Forever stuck on autopilot.
Fight or flight responses that never shut off.
Longing for the sweet release of death.
The voices never seem to cease.
A mind that never rests.
Exhausting days and restless nights.
The big issue is never resolved.
The little things are lost in translation.
Yet life will go on with or without you.
The world never stops turning.
The best will never come.
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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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