Sometimes it feels a drill
is going at a low speed,
drilling through the heart,
destroying the tender heart.
It goes on and on forever
making living not worth
living with that deep dark
constant pain of the drilling
Every single scream is kept
so silent that the pressure
building in the mind will
explode into million pieces.
Someone stop that drilling.
Kris ~ Dreamweaver
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~DARK PAIN~