" Whirlwind of pain "
Can't help but try to fend for myself, hurt on the assualt.
Everytime I recover, another evil uprises, spreads & revolts.
Bolts of my mind, twisting loose losing focus & sweet sanity.
Quality of life is drawn to misfortune, upon me & my family.
What can I do to stop the pain? Utilize myself as a human shield.
But, I've already been riddled with death & disease, maybe I won't appeal.
Torturing my thoughts is what the sharp personality of hurt brings.
Collisions of hope & anguish clash, crimson visions make my heart cringe.
Serenity is what I yearn, frantic whispers taunt the air.
But, I crave for the day the world of hurt commences, & I just don't care.
Leave my pride spare, combat this emotion with a determined glare.
Emotions caving in, I'm still standing strong warning off this terror.
Until time becomes worthless, and plays a role in pointless endeavours.
Head kept stable by the balance, of fading away due to peril.
Grasping onto that one unit of belief, depriving me of morphing mental.
Vaguely keeping sane, but malicy has embedded itself upon my brain.
But I can't keep composure, whilst floundering in this whirlwind of pain.
Keyed.
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