The words burn painfully in my mind,
They sting and hurt and blind
Incessantly they beg to be sung
Carelessly I fling the words from my tongue
I spew forth the flames
Born of emotions with no names
Forged in my bleeding heart
The words are heavy but not art
Feed it and feed it and feed it some more
Fuel for the fire, wounds by the score
I myself, created this bind
A daily struggle, endless curse
But in my twisted, broken mind
Not suffering would be worse
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