The dawn awakens my chaotic ways
it returns again torturing all days
Such constant battle to be just humane
Punishing myself in eternal blame
Where is the crime that warrants this jail
This stream of thinking that repeatedly wails
It’s an intangible poison that fills up my mind
A syrup of sadness that my reality has defined
This natural venom that flourishes in lies
Flows within demanding my demise
Its that edge of ending that gives me full control
I’ll live with this pain instead of damning my soul
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Written for Fandago’s FOWC June,9th prompt~ Edge
