Whirlpool
I can't handle this pain
it clouds my eyes
I'm going insane
waiting for my demise
I'm seeing double vision
picking apart my skin
with great precision
a game I cannot win
A pounding headache
and wet cheeks
hating time spent awake
minutes stretch to weeks
Keep the temptations at bay
hold me as I weep
take the pain away
give me eternal sleep
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