That sick sense of doom
that sad feel of gloom
has come over me.
Nothing like misery
to kill me slowly..
a slow
slow demise.
a tortured route to heartbreak.
nothing i can take to ease the pain!
it will destroy me.
what else did i expect?
A ticker tape parade?
I knew it was coming...
i saw the writing on the wall.
I walked through a minefield.
i crawled under barbed wire.
i swam in the fire and drowned in my tears.
from heaven to hell....
sorrowful.
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