Thorns of
Torment
The dusk
of emotion brings the affliction of addiction
Sensitive
souls take hits and resonate deep down from the rejection
Arms
reach out for the nectar of fire
In many
forms are the prescriptions in Dr Dream’s empire
The need
to fill the void where nothingness exists
The very
heart and soul of the personal abyss
This
curse that insists and fools
You
thinks its gone but that’s its evil diss
So once
again in this surreal circle
Your mind
screaming “no!” but no avail
It’s
reality and there’s no superficiality
This
conflict within drives a guilt and hopelessness
There’s
no comforting kiss or embrace of love
You’re
outside and mistakes fit like a glove
Once more
to touch that scarred bedrock
Once more
to rise and endure emotions that mock
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