Anyone?Mature

I ache from headbanging,

Trying to make myself incapable,

Of thinking,

There are demons prowling my messed-up mind,

Feasting, like maggots, on the dead memories,

As if they were rotting flesh.

You've killed everything that I lived for,

But cruelly left me alive,

A punishment greater than death.

I record every splintering minute,

Of the pain I feel,

Just to see if anyone cares enough to read it,

Does anyone?

Evidently not................................................................................................................

The End

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