Here I am screaming at the sky,
trying to get it all outside.
I am throwing stones into the sun.
I am doing it more than just for fun.
I am looking at the face in the mirror.
Now I can see the pain and the fear.
I am fighting shadows on the wall.
I now that I will take a fall.
I want to jump into the sea.
Maybe I can swim somewhere free.
The vultures fly above my head.
They will pick at my bones after I am dead.
All of heaven roars at me.
It is a painful symphony
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