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Am a puzzle without it's pieces or a piece missing from a puzzle?

I ponder, as I count the beats from an involuntary muscle

haunting darkness from within,  my blood it will guzzle

whirlpool - spiral of feelings, constant mental tussle

these blackened plugs, dried up, unhealed

the knife grows dusty, memories sealed

difficult to describe, truth revealed

mutilation, as skin is peeled

back

reopen scars

draw red from black

I'm not dust from stars

I'm different, scary and grim

I welcome the silence, i let light dim

I resign, I regret but then relive the sin

soaked in self-doubt/hate and hurt to the brim

marinated by self loathing, untrusting and paranoid

im morphing, developing, merging with the evil i create

truth of myself - not to reiterate socially, a self made teratoid

the only understanding, only relation to life - this unsupressant hate

Am I a piece

or the puzzle?

Am I a piece

or am I just trouble?

Am I the puzzle

without the piece?

No, I'm broken

a life made to cease