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Feelings

My life is being torn apart
Like the symbolism in Picasso's art
I feel so guilty
My soul feels empty
Like barbed wire wrapping my heart
 
There is a great deal of pain
I don't know if I can sustain
The ever-growing rage
Like rats in a cage
I know I'm going insane
 
I'm filled with so much fear
While I ignore everyone who's dear
I won't let no one in
I know I'm filled with sin
And all I want to do is die here
 
The bastard took my life
He even removed my wife
I sit in a pool of sweat
Not knowing what to do yet
But I think I will use my knife

2005, Allen Scott Culp I