The Sun didn't come out today.
It's been gone for awhile I would say.
Clouds rolled in and turned the sky grey.
That relentless rain is back again.
I'm drowning in the puddles of my own sin.
I often feel uncomfortable in my own skin.
I'm such a miserable fuck.
A fuck who just has no luck.
Misery exists because I allow it to breed.
Can't you hear the cries of a friend in need?
Is it enough or do I have to make you see?
Screaming at an empty audience.
No one hears my plea.
Lost in the ambience.
I'm down on bended knee.
Begging for release.
Release of these chains that bind me.
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