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The constant stress,
The melancholy thoughts.

The over consumed darkness,
That cannot be fought.

The need for relief,
To control my inner demons.

Goes where I speak,
I take in without reason.

Quick to alleviate pain,
I overdose in vain.

In hope to gain,
Peace without yelling of name.

Unconsciousness suddenly arise,
By the fading of my eyes.

All aches seem to be satisfied,
I lay my head to the wall aside.

Frustrations turn to cries,
As I seek no meaning to life.

In hope this is where I die,
Drenched redness in my eyes glances at a knife...

>>PoetiQ