Again.
Walls closing
in,
My drink stays
bitter.
The eyes of
hope turn down on me.
Its flicking on
my derma.
So quick, so
thin.
I am gasping at
its presence.
I am in no
control.
Watching it devour
me so.
I write off my
mind,
I close the
curtain,
To restrain the
light of thought,
But it almost
makes its way back to me.
Inevitable,
Indestructible.
I try in many
ways to dodge,
And stay away
From the stings
that feed it.
How it starves,
And clenches
until there is nothing more,
Than my
darkness in repeat.
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