I wrote this a little over 5 years ago:
A big aching crater
A bunker of despair
To know that it's my own
for no one else to share
A bleeding ulceration
A gash through soul and flesh
To know that it's my own
And is forever fresh
Everyone is hurting
as they twist the knife
Everyone is grasping
for a slice of life
It's my own creation
indeed of my design
To know that it's my own
this cancer of the mind
Deep and dank and lonely
The demon lurks within
To know that its my own
the consequence of sin
Everyone is hurting
as they twist the knife
Everyone is grasping
for a slice of life
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