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apathy steals my motivation

which adds to my frustration

and makes me want the temptation

of giving into the sensation

of giving into the fascination

of blood lit times, and their elation

swimming in the combination

of ecstacy and desperation

allowing for the separation

of body and mind in exploitation

of weakness, of failure, of this fixation

feed my appetite for this altercation

within myself, by laceration

make it deep and prove your liberation

from this incarceration

in this body filled with trepidation

wondering when the inflammation

will subside and give way to restoration

of sanity, of reclamation

it ends in termination

of all exclamations.

tiring of the reiteration.

of this unhealthy infatuation.