Here in the epicentre
of my own personal hell
where the flames lick
the tears stick
to my melting flesh

and I scream my sorrow
to everybody
and absolutely nobody
all at the same time

For absolutely no reason
certainly no discernable rhyme
can explain
this phenomenon
to these bleeding ears
or see
through these eyes
that have cried so many tears
and so many years
of recycled fears

Spent questioning
That it must be
Irrevocably me

Because when I review
From every old complaint
All the way to new

The common denominator
Isn’t him or her
Or you
It’s always me

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