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Addicted to wounds
That never heal
I thought when you died.
I finally escaped
but evil knocks,
darkness envelopes me
Is it God, or gods?
Crawling inside of me
are festering words unsaid
questions unanswered
Savage desires that scare
Am a slave to this addiction,
tragic but anchoring
selfish in it's depth
Am running empty
of words to pour into the abyss
