I Reckon It's A Disease.


It feels like fire, burning and driving it's painful onslaught throughout my insides
Is it so wrong that this is new to me?
This situation
Surrounded by a world, contained in my Heart, the pain runs riot
The tempered remains of my sanity can't stand much more horrors

Everything happens for a reason 
This is the reason

I guess it was never meant to be
Alone again
Bleeding slowly, on my lonesome, through this dark day, and this tired trail
Carry my bones to the end
Surrounded, freedom
One day, enjoyment can hold the wheel again
I'll survive
I'll survive

The End

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