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Save Me



They smear stains on my truest form
Scotched fingerprints on every crevice of my brittle soul
They fall like rain over any surface that defines the essence of my being
Weak knees quake
I don't ever breathe
I break

Save me

Space encloses me in an asylum that houses stray thoughts
They haphazardly attach to the cracks in my voice
Sinking feeling
I am barely living

Save me

Night terrors await from behind my door
They take me everyday and I can't sleep anymore
They nurse me against ghosts from the past
They whisper "It will always be just you and us"

Save me

They drive me to drink
On the verge of collapse I linger on the brink
The weight of the world crushes my shoulders
They throw bricks that hit me like boulders
The ground seems to open up so I barrow below
Time catches up and my heart beats slow

Save me

They drag at the seams of my clothing
They stire the dust waking sleeping dogs that lie
I suffocate cries under my pillow
The fear never dies
I am fading into darkness
I fade back into dangerous ways
I am crippled by any looming threat of silence

Save me

A never late reminder
Eyes hypnotised I want to step into a flame
Drawn to the burn
Captivated by the fire
That beautiful ache
My mind is a seasoned lair

Save me

I stagger and they strut
The blind leading the blind
Even the delusion leaves me behind
I look up for a miracle
I look down for the answer
And I find neither

Save me

A heathen who has not lost faith
I remain behind but I know I was never meant to stay
I will find peace only on that final cold bed in which my body will lay
Say something
Anything
The demons are no longer at bay

Save me
Save me

The cusp of this depression vouches to take me away








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