Reoccurring phases
Constantly tapping
Among my mind
To create painful
Remembrances
And pity
For my vulgar self.

Was he right all these years?
Was I a liar
In constant defeat?
Will I ever fix
This damage
From the bitter flames
He showered upon my skin
On a balanced
Eclectic fashion?

Pulsating
And turning
My head is falling
To the floor
I cannot cause
This stress for myself
Therefor, where is this coming from?
Is it from that lonely attic
I disappeared from
So many years ago
Or is my temper simply outraged
By the fact of not having you.

I will be set free one day
Blissfully before your eyes.
Unfortunately
When I hear the static
Across my room
From an oppressed sleep
I will remember
Every scar
I scratched upon my skin
For you
And the only possibility
From this love...
Was death.
You succeeded.
 
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