No rest for the wicked they say.

Bathed in darkness by day.

Chasing demons in the night.

The memories so taunting.

Haunting my sanity.

Screams in the silence.

My mind projecting violence.

Pain rips away at my soul.

Hanging off the edge, about to fall.

Dark angels waiting to call.

Their ebony wings spread so elegantly.

Death brings tranquility.

There's no fear in my blacked soul.

Tragedies have taken their toll.

Begging to be laid to rest.

Tried my best to survive.

Tears cried, and blood flows.

Darkness knows me.

Engulfs me, keeping me alive.

Struggling for so long.

I no longer have the strength to survive.

My faith in humanity is gone.

Living. but not alive.

No rest for the wicked they say.

Bathed in darkness by day.

Chasing demons in the night.

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