This is torment from Hell
I feel like I'm in a deep dark well
Inow have nojoy left
Ithas succumed to spiritual theft
All that is left is suffering and pain
Why dont I just say enough if I'm sain
Maybe I'm not at all
Maybe I should just jump off a very high wall
Threw the air I would drop
Then with that last sweet moment I would hit the black top
But that is not the way I want it to be
Even through the torment your face is all I see
Your beauty is like an intoxicating drug
It makes my thoughts move as slow as a slug
So my mind would move freely I wish I could let go
But my soul and fate always say HELL NO
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