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Poetry Blade in hand, angels above
What on earth has possessed me?
Blood drained from veins, hell below.
This is my insanity,
My poetic justice.
Atonement is due for the pain I have caused.
No need to heal,
Only time to let the prophetic needles pierce so deep.
Cannot end this madness, this torment.
The maelstrom that grabs me by the neck,
Chokes the life from me and drags me down.
With every cut I am reminded,
The blood I sow is the pain I shall reap.
This destructivity is my affliction
And my addiction.
