Defiler of The Truth
Clawing at my skin I'll do anything to feel whole again.
Late night nodding, it's a "self inflicted curse"
A spitting image of the violence I've inflicted on myself
Searching for anything to numb the pain.
To start again
Forfeit my body succumb to the same.
My skin peels back but I feel no pain:
and like every waking moment of this weary life, I will remain.
Remain
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