Black Abyss

by Pinto Bean Power   Sep 27, 2004


I cannot concentrate,
I keep thinking of everything that I hate...
And how I was the bait

In his sick plot.
Now he's like a blood clot.
Clogging my system till I can't breathe the fresh air of love.
To feel free like the white dove,

Who flies high
Within the sky...

Instead I'm left here with these thoughts held in mind...
As every fiber of my being
Was slowly left behind.

These shadows of thoughts won't leave me alone,
Like a constantly ringing phone That pounds within my head,
Making me wish I were dead!

It reminds me of the steadily
Flowing blood - rushing too my fists.

The bright flashes of lightning
and the dark clouds above
Can't hide me...
Can't save me from this black abyss.

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