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Panic Attack
deep in his mind the demons impress
a question;
do I not deserve happiness?
he reaches for a breath he cannot touch feel or taste
she holds it away and out of his reach
bats her eyes, pouts her lips and touches his face
then sucks his love from his veins; a promiscuous leach
his heart skips perfectly
like a stone ‘cross the river
flowing through her perfectly imperfect hair
but her skin is so cold that he cant help but shiver
and he knows when she’s finished
she’ll move on without caring
a hiccup in time allows a glimpse
of what he wished he’d held on to
but his love flew away on the wings of a vamp
forsaken by that dipsomaniac tramp
we do not learn from our mistakes
we are only haunted by them
and we’ll never escape.
