all the things
I regret not doing
and all the wrong words
I said are haunting me
they're haunting my dreams, too
I thought the torture ended
but it silently persists
not even shutting my eyes
is safe anymore
I see the Devil
more than I ever see God
maybe it's best
not to look
behind the elaborate disguise
nothing is black and white
regrets regrets regrets regrets
fucking stop circling my mind
I can't change a damn thing now
taunts taunts taunts taunts
soon those demons
will shove me over the edge
I'll go willingly, if it means they shut up
voices voices voices voices
so many to listen to
none to follow through with
idle chatter of destroying myself
not even while in my waking hour
but while I lie under covers, unconscious
they chase me like prey
knowing my weaknesses
Are you still a weakness to me?
maybe you'll be a saviour to one
but I'll still have a saviour of none
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
PoetryAsh stains on my jeans you're still on my mind cherry on my skin you're still there pain doesn't block you out freezing hands shaking body withdrawals from your warmth butt burning my fingertips burning my lips dying to feel you again strike the...
