Here I sit consumed with guilt
On the floor, my conscience spilt
I’ll purge the madness from my heart
And ache to make the shame depart
I watch my life flow down the drain
Smiling at my released pain
I’ve purged emotion, let go of stress
Now I sit alone with emptiness
I’ll flush my eyes with anguish
And be fed with sweet despair
My body’s slowly dying
And I don’t seem to care
And there I stand relieved
Yet guilty nonetheless
This will be the last time.
I’m trapped in this sick mess
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