Turmoil Of A Tormented Soul

Tick tick of a clock…
Loneliness is a friend

Drip drip of a tap, a life that’s coming to an end

Voices whisper of echoes, lost on the winds of desperate screams, inner demons an a need to bleed, turmoil of a tormented soul

Lost in shadows in the memories of a mind, delusional illusions an concepts of time

Vapid dreams of a future, cold an bleak around every corner

Alone in the night, the mirrored darkness of a heart


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