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Broken Invitations
Their incoherent arms are beckoning from the shadows.
They call for me oh so seductively.
They know I am weak,
They know I long for their embrace once more.
Oh how I have missed their safety.
I live deep within myself once I am victim to their grasp.
So deep, i do not hear reality calling.
But what is happening? Reality and longing have become a blur, the defining line diminished beyond repair.
I have tried time, and time again
to mend this shattered little soul
that is mine to keep.
But no, each time i am brought flying back to what was.
What is...
Their beckoning is becoming more insistent now.
They know,
They know...
Something inside me is weakening each time i am lead to fall.
You grasp for my hands, but it is no good - I slip and fall,
They are there to catch me.
Mind and body receding, and fast.
I am taken in by their suffocating grasp again.
I let them live my lie.
I let them drain my soul for all its worth.
I invite them in, once again.
