All I want's a little less.
To get this feeling off my chest.
Sometimes it's like I can't breathe.
My inner daemons writhe and seethe.
My inner angel's disappeared.
This loneliness that I have feared.
The words are running from my lips.
My violent, shaking fingertips.
A stutter in my cracking heart.
As feelings tear me, tear apart.
You try sleeping, carry on.
When your head is filled with song.
A song bewitching in your mind.
Yet you search but cannot find.
A torture, sweetly, sickly wrath.
Your daemons reap the aftermath.
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