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Private Hell ...

Defeated, licking my wounds in solitude
Whispers in my mind, demons licking my ear:
"You FAILED, broke down, lost control, like we said you would" ...
Falling too my knees, grasping the earth
Are they right? Have I lost?
Ash raining from blackened skies, burning my
bare skin raw
I scream out a mute cry of agony, silenced by the truth in their words ...
I have lost, but not one battle
One I couldn't win, three that were lost to me ...
All four ... ripping me to shreds, silently killing me ...
I collapse under the weight, feeling the cold mud on my face
It would be so easy to just give in
Give in to the whispers calling my surrender ...
Just let go, let the searing pain wash away like my tears watering the gray mud under my severed body ...
Turn back into the cold, ruthless Ice Queen
Feeling nothing, caring for no one
No one at all ...
It would be so easy, so very easy
to let them be right, to give up my soul ...
Be rid of the sorrow, the pain, the losses
pinning me to this ash covered ground ...
But I will not!
I will rest here in my private hell, letting them burn me to ash
So that I once again can rise, scarred from life but still alive ...




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Publicerad 2023-05-18 11:22



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