I would sell my soul just to escape my thoughts.
They rattle in my head like some incessant moracca.
Can't you see how you make me burn inside.
In delirious pain,I stumble on.
This isn't life, it's sustinence.
Not really living, but still alive.
What happened to my strength, I've grown so very weak.
I never needed anyone and now I cannot survive.
What have you done.
Given me the drug, got me addicted and now tell me
That I must pay for this enourmous debt.
With my heart, with my mind.
And eventually, with my soul.
Because I must escape these relentless thoughts.
Before they eat me dead.
I'm still alive, just so you know.
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