Lament of a distressed mind.

Torrid sensations scorched my spirit,
my soul trembling with uncontainable grief.
My heart screamed with excruciating agony,
my pain bleeding dark hot crimson blood.
My breath turned into fire,
as the sweltering hands of dreadful past,
gripped my pale wilting throat,
and tried to squeeze out my life.
My senses blind with dread,
frightened by the torrent of emotions,
replaced the last drop of hope,
with molten lava of distress.
The anguish gnawed at my being,
breaking apart my spirit bit by bit,
pulling my every cell into abhorrence,
and I saw burning hell in my own existence.


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