A-B-C-Done

by AnotherPlasticSmile   May 29, 2012


Agony flows through my veins
Burning as it circulates
Creating an unbearable sensation.
Death is my only escape.
Eventually I'll have to take it upon myself to end the pain.
For this will soon become too much
Grieving- always grieving
How could anyone expect to deal?
In the end, who knows if anyone can?
Just another victim
Killed internally by the battle for survival.
Liars prosper in this unjust world.
Murderers survive.
No!
One, to know the truth.
People pretending
Quarantined in the human illness.
Restrained by our hatred.
Sucked dry of all hope.
Trapped in despair
Until the last demons sing.
Violent lives ending violently.
Why?!
Xanthic acid is dissolving my soul.
You could have done something...
Zap! Now I'm gone.

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