Dead Poet Sobriety

You killed my insides
You tore them inside out
My soul was on fire
The shadows of my fate were coming through
I was locked up inside agony
I let you get the best of me
You controlled my whole existence
I felt empty, dead and obsolete
I felt all of the pain rushing in
I felt as if I was about to explode
All the pain came rushing through
I had no clue on what to do
My will and fortitude was depleted
I was falling out of grace
The shrapnel of my past was haunting me
I could not grasp the situation
Dead I felt
Hell was earth
The demons were in my blood
I wanted salvations hand
Then my problems turned into solutions
I just wrote a page in my own blood
My tortured pains and self inflictions
Written now in my own blood
Now my own self sobriety is written on my hands
Now my own self sobriety by my own right hand

Written By
Healium Shriekspear


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