The Spirals of Madness
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Let it rain. Let it pour.

The Spirals of Madness

Let it rain.

Let it pour.

Let it run, and drip, and ooze.

Till all the world is crimson,

and it all drifts away.

Again with the thoughts.

And praying for that day.

Or should I pray,

that the cravings go away?

Every cool breeze stings.

Dark brings sadness.

Light is too bright.

Tormenting myself.

All day.

All night.

Asleep when I should wake.

Awake when I should sleep.

The spirals of madness.

On to infinity.

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