| And you
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| seeping
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| wet mass
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| Falling
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| again
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| Spilling out
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| to circle
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| the drain.
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| She drinks you down and spits you out into so many pieces. |
| Puddles of your ego.
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| Stains of who you thought you were.
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| Obsession stands just behind you, whispering into your ears. |
| Knows all of the
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| ways to guide you to relive your fears.
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| Consumed and penetrated, compromised and beaten down. |
| Alone and medicated,
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| anchored tight to help you drown. |
| Deep in this living tissue, frozen claws
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| compel the mind. |
| Some slaves, they choose their masters, others are born into
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| their lives…
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| Gather the wind. |
| It won’t lift you up from where you’ve landed. |
| Consumed by
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| guilt. |
| Faceless forces drain you empty. |
| Covered in scars. |
| Who can see the hooks
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| that guide you? |
| Helpless to change. |
| Forced to kneel forever in the dirt.
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| And in your proudest moments, swore you’d grow, swore you’d change.
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| Such grandiose convictions. |
| Who then, now, is left to blame?
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| Eaten alive. |
| Flesh torn from bone. |
| You’re left a shell. |
| Condemned as prey to
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| compulsion’s ceaseless jaws.
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| Need, she hides in the silence. |
| Fantasizes about how you’ll touch.
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| The warmth of your tears as she draws you near, over and over again.
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| Obsession stands just behind you, whispering into your ears. |
| Knows all of the
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| ways to guide you. |
| She knows all of your fears. |