Long Days
Praying for the day, when will I finally become permanently numb to this constant pain engulfing my heart.
Some risings of the sun, I can ignore the sting.
Others... the sting seems to be all there is.
Some risings of the sun, I can ignore the sting.
Others... the sting seems to be all there is.
The excruciating sting, like that inflicted by a man-o-war.
Prisoner of indescribable pain.
Self medicating and seeking a phantom psychiatrist at the bottom of my glass.
Yet all that I find waiting for me is memories.
The good, hurts too much to remember. While the bad taunts and mocks my pain.
Prisoner of indescribable pain.
Self medicating and seeking a phantom psychiatrist at the bottom of my glass.
Yet all that I find waiting for me is memories.
The good, hurts too much to remember. While the bad taunts and mocks my pain.
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