Fed Sheer Pain®
I'm seeing red
can't see the sun instead
on misery i am fed
the blood has sped
out of me i dread
every awake second ahead!
I'm still in here
the reason not clear
i look in the mirror
that person is in sheer
torture the walls fear
they'll crack when i walk near!
I'm so hungry for mercy
i can taste it if soon it doesn't end my pain....
i'm gonna make up my own recipe
1 day i'll get the help i need EVEN IF it kills me
sure wish i could live on the love Faron left honorably
then i wouldn't need more money
or have to burden with the rest anybody!
Copyright© 2012
The Never Ending Earth Story
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