Killing Anxiety

Laying down, my body’s aching.

Can’t stand up, my hands are shaking.

I wasn’t blind, but my vision was wet and glossy.

Put on my glasses, everything turns foggy.

So ill I wished to vomit my guts up.

SOS, I called for backup.

Never known such pain.

I will get stronger to put you to shame.

Destroy you for making me hate my own name.

Ill you’ll make me, so give me a cold and I’ll give you a vengeful flame.

Doing the devil’s work to someone who conquers demons is an unfair game.

At first, you drove me crazy because you wouldn’t leave me alone – then you brought all I love into this, then you turned me insane.

So make me lay down again, I dare you.

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