'Name of Post Here'.

It is one of those days again where I turn to the use of words and poetry to vent my frustration and feelings. 
Here's hoping that some may understand and then for others, I hope don't understand at all.
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The little black man has taken control,
I feel only the darkness,
Of my weakening soul.
The threads which hold me, pierce my bones,
Causing me to release, a deafening moan.
I have been possessed now, or maybe I'm wrong,
The little black man has been here, all along.
Never departing or leaving me be,
I am forever bowing down, to some one you can't see.
You don't understand and possibly never will,
Sitting in my home, feeling as if time has stood still.
Drown me darling, it is what I need,
The pain will be sweeter and then he can watch me bleed. 
He's loosing his puppet and I'll be the star of the show,
Once the noose tightens, I pray it won't be slow.
I feel no remorse and no name comes to mind,
But beneath my pillow, there is a letter you will find.
It will tell you I'm sorry, that no one is to blame,
And after that event, I knew I couldn't be the same.
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