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What I was, and What I am
of what my former self used to be.
Corrupted by mental violence,
rage and multiple personalities.
the tables have turned
and karma has passed
Bringing back whithered memories
of my own past.
I live each day
stressed and frustrated.
I feel chained and enslaved
into my own life.
upon my wake
I feel that I lost another piece of myself.
That will never be regained
and can never be returned.
The memories of my old being
floods back into my mind.
Things that i took forgranted
and may never have again.
The life that I once used to lead
and now try desperately to follow.
My heart keeps beating
every pulse spreading poision.
A mixture of anger,
frustration and death of my soul.
but no one seems to hear me.
My body thrashes wildly
and I thrust out a hand for someone to grab
to pull me out of this whirlpool of despair.
no one is there.
I fall deeper
into my liquid abyss.
I scream louder
but to no avail.
I let out the last of my breath
and fall silently into my watery grave.
So here I lye.
Death has taken hold of me.
No longer the spirit of an angel
that I once was.
I am a mere puddle on the ground
reflecting this angel's beauty.