Searching for the Cure

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My ears bled listening to my heart
shatter against the cold concrete floor.
Pain stained on my eyes, I could drown
myself in my own tears, an ocean
I have created. I swim in the depths
of my own despair, finding shelter
in this chaotic storm in my head.
I searched for you at the bottom
of every bottle of beer, hoping to taste
you in every cigarette I inhale.
This sorrow will soon consume me
darkness will soon visit me
and the light is going to feed on its monsters
and shadows, as it spiral down
to a never ending destruction. 

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