Make Me Still

Left to sit here and think it through,

The things that I have done to you.

Never needed, always there.

One thing I can't do is share.

Forgotten moments, remembered pain.

Wishing you'd forget my name.

Cold and sick and hollow still,

When there's a way I have no will.

Pathetic was the word you chose

Beautiful like a rotting rose. 

No goals, no gains, 

Just rocks and chains.

Poison chalice I drink from

Eyes are blind, tongue is dumb.

You can't see me; I'm not here.

Soul corrupted, world to fear.

Help me, save me, make me still.

Help me, save me, take your fill.  

The End

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