angelic insomnia: burning misery
Burning Misery
the misery burns at my throat
it's so hard to breathe-
only seconds ago i was laughing-
now look at pathetic me
so empty,
that dispair leaks from my veins
my world is all lies
and the happiness-
what never exsisted is fading
it's leaving me stuck-
steadfast in this hellish life
my created world of darkness-
the ugly side to darkness,
rarely seen by anyone,
has raised it's head one time too many
but the burning is too much
i can't face it,
nor can i face anything else,
so where does that leave me?
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Copyright Rebecca Page 1999.
