Like torture of my soul,
the glow of a lost goal.
It pierces me endless.
Cut open, defenseless.
I bleed, wounded ego.
Words like razor edges.
I dangle off ledges,
built up in mindless fear.
Like torture of my soul.
Looms, there is no escape.
Voices take their own shape.
Mocking, they tear me, leer.
The edge it calls me near.
So I jump free, let go.
Like torture of my soul.
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