Cyanide and Suicide


Screams falling on deaf ears,
Prisoner to her own mind.
Cries for help that no one ever hears,
A tortured soul impossible to find.

Storms rage on behind her eyes,
A battle between lighting and thunder.
Secrets take the form of lies,
Anchors slowly dragging her under.

Evil lurks within her veins,
Slowly taking her life.
Vultures feeding off her remains,
Strengthened by each morsel of strife.

This parasitic presence is out to get its' fill
Depression has a license to kill.

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