every ache worse than the last
the ploy of torn shadows past
Tears and agony rip through my soul
and pain begins to break it all
with rageful misery I fall away
Sound by sound day by day
Hurtful words you pound in me
the belief of something better, a faint memory
In a weakened state I crawl right back
to every hurt every drink
Of the last poision
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