Lull

I'll bleed myself dry for another spell
before I'm dragged off from one Hell to another
Because the charm of uncertainty
recreates history for a bout of self pity

I am not sure if I will see you again
so remember I'm always here

I'm sick within but I carry it well
it helps when it is the same old news
Maybe this has dulled your interest
and I'm just a stepping stone to another

I am not sure if I will see you again
so remember I'm always here

I'm withdrawn but I'm trying
I'm trying but I'm so weary
I don't know if anything I do
can have any purpose

The End

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