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My Own Abuse

I’m trapped
Within this cell you built
These fights
The pain got worse with every blow you dealt
Love sick
But I’m scared of living alone
New rush
With every painful moan
Mind spins
And my new reality begin
With peace
They take over with no conscious of sin
Images intact
To any illusions I react
Then lost
And any real truth I lack
New world
All conspiracies are clear
I scream
My features become bloody in mirrors
Pain attacks
And my soul spirals down, burning with the sun
Reality begins
Bruises upon my arm, the only evidence of what I’d done

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LIGHT!
Written April 5th, 2004

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  • Dark Temptress
    April 6, 2004
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    The Drug abuse is kind of hidden within the words. If you get it please let me Know. And if it's too hidden TELL ME!!