Cry In My Night

Rebellion flows as I go

to the edge like a sledge

traveling swiftly in snow

the knifes edge is dread.

For a second in time shred

the fever a mind lost past

the second hand it fled

every chance is its own last.

If I were to end it’d be no sin

I told myself in my hell I fell.

There I became a monster in

depths of sea a kraken I dwell.

I can see it all again breathe

under this ocean of such doubt.

Contorted unusual I keep

my life quiet and not so loud.

I must be in some discipline

when the best of us we begin

to shed the pain of want to die

and trade such feelings in.

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