Poetry From The Weakened Soul
Author: Neil Evans

Chapter 47
It's Me

It all starts in my head
The gunshot that sets off a fire
And my mind starts to burst around
Getting ready to start throwing fists
Don't let me lose this fight again
I didn't choose to take part in this
Self-destructive war of thoughts

And the beat bounces off me
I start to reflect all my problems
My memories shattered in glass shards
And my hands get cut as I
Try to pick up the fragmented blades
I don't cry, I enjoy the pain
What it inflicts into me I don't know
It's some sort of ecstasy

So I'm crawling through a field of glass
Hoping that one of these shards just
Pierces to the vein and I can
Lie down and bleed to the end
Let my vision leave me, now
It's no longer welcomed
Well, there's nothing wrong with you
So I guess it's me.


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