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Sep 2017
depression is my only confession my lord
I live a life of a sinner no saint
I am no winner but a loser so faint
I see my demons oh lord they're dressed in black
I see my demons oh lord they're calling me back
they see the splattered ink of my lies
they hear the shattered winks of my cries
I write the profanity streamed by conviction
but fueled but fueled by the insanity of an addicts addiction
not sane but not well
I say in vein I have seen hell
oh lord lead me not into temptation
for I am begging for salvation
its not just violence in the back of my site that gives fear
it's the silence in black and white that signals the end is near
no words to be spoken
I see now the line has been broken
I go now to sin again
I go now to begin the fin
lying back watching darkness unfold
nothing but silence I pray that words Ive been told
though I walk alone in the valley with the shadow of death
I pray not to take it this my last breath
bob
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bob  28/M/pittsburgh
(28/M/pittsburgh)   
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