It's like torture
And I'm the masochist,
Coming back for more-
Addicted.
You leave me sore.

It is torture
The joy of knowing you,
Never knowing the score-
Confused.
My mind at war.

And it's torture
Where I'm the victim,
Laid out on the filthy floor-
Wounded.
Heart covered in gore.

This is torture,
And I'm dying-
Finished.
Can't keep trying.
 
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