kyle rainbolt - my only comfort

The only kind of comfort

are these words inside my head

When I pour my heart on paper

About sleepless nights in bed,

Terrified of all these nightmares

That plague my every thought

Reminding of a past life

And every fight ive ever lost

Somewhere along the way

I lost the will to live

And as an empty shell

Ive got nothing else to give,

I try to tell these people

About all these things I face

But nobody wants to listen

Cause im slowin down the race,

If theres any kind of god

Then now wuld be the time

To send some kind of answer

And mend this broken rhyme,

Ive never had a happy moment

Not a second without the pain

It seems deaths the only outlet

For the voices in my brain,

I used to lie awake

And suppress these silent screams

Praying this will be the night

That nightmares give birth to dreams,

Yet here I am today

And not a thing has changed

So I lift my face to God

And tell him he’s the one I blame,

So ill take my only comfort

Mix it with this crimson pain I bleed

And write it down on paper

For all the world to see...



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kyle rainbolt

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