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some nights I feel so bad
I don't know why I live
the pain consumes my breath
I look around for death
and I'd give in
if it would come
and make me numb
some nights I feel so deep
I don't know why I keep
getting up every day
when I'm feeling this way
there is no sleep
just emptiness
filled with loneliness
something inside my head
pounds on the backs of my eyes
something inside my heart
wants to come out
something down in my gut
twists everthing in knots
something deep my soul
leaves me alone with doubt
watered down dreams
are drowning me
like acid to metal
my spirit dissolves
but the physical pain
that is consuming me
let it be terminal
let it resolve
as I become too weak to hold up my head
as I feel my body wither as I try to stand
as I lay awake in this pain
that occupies my whole brain
I wonder if this nightmare had been planned
a tortured soul paralyzed in wonderland
Tortured Soul
Ric Candor ©1999
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