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The sounds of madness echo throughout my mind,

In the depths of shadows that light will never find.

Eerie screeches from the undesirable thoughts,

Are clawing at my eardrums and cannot be fought.

I pick the scabs of wounds gone by,

In desperate effort for one last try,

One last attempt to let them bleed,

Futile it is for my heart cannot be freed.

My blood stained hands try to break free the shackles,

Yet all around me are the caws and cackles,

Of the demons within and their voices so shrill.

I beg of death to overcome me with his cutting chill.

A blood dyed sweat pours from without me,

I drop down in the bloody pool to my knees.

Father forgive me, I beg of you please?

Guide and deliver me from this Hell so that my soul can be set free.

-brad