What is this?
What is it that has such control over
Me
We
He and
She
It's entangled us in its spindly grasp
Like a spiders web
Searching for more
More than the last time
And
Better than the next
GODDAMN I could kill myself
But the blade won't cut my throat
Pushing you forward
Then
Pulling you back
If only it had a name
I’d curse it with all that I knew
But what's in a name?
And how do you name something
That comes
In the last darkest hour of the morning
Rushing into your mind
Driving you on
Driving you mad
Then vanishing as swiftly
As it came
Only to come back
Haunting you, fast and slow
Fast slow
Fast fast
Slow
 
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