Sick Of This Sickness

Those nights. Same blacks. Repeating. Crawling and screaming in full circle. An evil circle. Trapped inside this body. Trapped inside this mind. I’m screaming for help with no voice. I’m crawling against a vertical wall. Dig deeper my own grave. With tombstone written “here is lying no-name creature accomplished nothing”.

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