It's here I can feel it. Its coming for me.
it's eating me alive and I know I can't stop it.
The pain burns through me and I writhe, bleed for more.
I'm addicted to the pain I'm addicted to the nightmares in my mind.
The monster in my closet whispers my name and I listen and I know it'll take me alive.
There's nothing I can do to stop it..
Swinging my head back and forth while I know I'm being pilfered .
I'm fighting loosely but I don't know what to fight for, It might not last long.
I'm going mad, and I know there's nothing to stop it.
No more agony has been sweeter than this...
maybe in the end I won't remember any of the bitterness surrounded by pleasure and pain.
The words that I hear make me shudder with wanting and I know I won't be able to stop myself...
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'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran