My own hell

11 Oct 2006

·rossi

I burn my feet down on the path to my hell I sweat and bleed but feel nothing the devil whispers in rasping gasps that are so loud mocking that I could not last My feet burn on my way to my own hell no more smiles no more soft touches or lasting kisses only these voices that spill from my mind unforgiving and unyielding already broken my spirit my feet burn, I am in my own hell

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