Uncomfortable Aching Poem by The Lost Soul

Discomfort inside this skin
tossing and turning, I keep telling myself not to give in
I want to rip myself apart
all over the floor, dragging this useless heart

Tired of watching pink water in the sink
still alone and, one more drink
wish I could escape these freezing flames
And it's all just a game...


You've hurt me and bruised me
never let it be
bashed enough over the head
and i am still dead


This is just another drug
another nightmare of which i'll shrug
maybe tomorrow will be a new day
maybe tomorrow, i'll be far away

There isn't a point
not a single joint
(of my body) that still wants to live
this contaminated air, I will no longer breathe.