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Water raining down to sea
please keep from falling down on me
I'm already drowning deep
in thoughts that plague me while I sleep
Bitter thoughts like knives possess
while soothing holes inside caress
and pull me toward slumber still
trying to find the thing to fill
Do I matter? Am I real?
Do these words I speak conceal
turmoil roiling deep within
that smashes me down to face my sin?
Nothing I am, Nothing I want
Nothingness will always haunt
my every day and waking hour
until within my soul I cower
Begging for a freeing glance
to break my dead hypnotic trance
So read these words and turn the page
I'll thank you kindly from my cage.