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Emotional torture drips
and
burns a hole in my soul,
in corrosion love decays
leaving me crippled
as
I mentally melt
and silently flow into the void.

In this burning confusion
My hands of clay are useless
and I
don't know what to do,
Into depression I fall
as the demons feed in a frenzy
and
all I can do is laugh manically.

No compassion will be found
no one hears my silent screams
resistance is futile now
because
the corrosion's to deep,
depression drips into my mind
as lost love once again starts to haunt
I crack
and melt mentally.

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