Cycle of Misery

A restless mind with no hope of redemption.
A hopeless heart with no help from salvation.
A helpless soul with no rest for it's anguish.

My flaws are open wounds,
Irritated by the salt of my tears.
The pressure of reality does nothing
To cease the flow of my rage.
Every breath increases my loss,
Draining me of reason and faith.
Despair falling in to me,
Breaking my resolve to be, to breathe.
For lack of desire to live
We sometimes find ourselves giving in,
Letting go of our will to go on.

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July of 2003.