Falling Down a Hate Hole

No damaging habit that makes my torso shake
No bile or folic acid that makes my stomach ache
Yet my mind is tragic - its voice severe
My head is in my hands and I am bleeding from either ear

Outwardly I'm friendly, harmless, polite
Inwardly I'm seething, disbelieving at the sight
Of my pale body
My broken skin
I am clawing at the walls but I feel myself falling

I am falling, falling down a hate hole...

I am bored of breathing
My inner voice extreme
I'll guess I'll go on living this requiem for a dream

I am falling, falling down a hate hole...

Falling down a hate hole...



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Comber
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